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[A small, yellow cube rolls onto the Plane-- that is, a small yellow cube, about half as tall as an average-sized human, with lenses for eyes -- and he's tracking in a lot of dirt. He's currently attempting to shovel what appears to be trash into his stomach while humming a cheerful tune in a high-pitched and mechanical voice. The panel on the front of his body shuts, and the robot shudders as he compresses himself. He seems to be concentrating primarily on this activity, and so he notices nothing particularly out of the ordinary--]

. . . Whoa!

[-- That is, he notices nothing until he finally pauses in his compression, glancing around to decide where to begin his next garbage tower. He freezes, his metal arms outstreched in surprise, realizing that something is Terribly Wrong.]

Oh!

[But why is the trash gone?! He remains frozen for a second longer before he begins to dash around frantically, waving his arms in a panic. The robot circles the area, once, twice, three times, and finally realizes to his dismay that there's no visible exit. He quickly snaps down into cube form, his eyes and treads withdrawing into his body, his arms snapping in along his torso. All the while, he's emitting a frightened buzz.

A moment passes, and his trembling causes the metal parts of his body to rattle. He's making a bit of a racket, unfortunately. Another moment passes, and he's still humming with fright -- only now his shuddering is getting a bit worse.

And now another moment passes. His front panel opens up, and a brick of compacted trash falls out onto the ground, only to quickly snap shut once again.]

Comments

[mercwamouth]

Good enough.

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[He looks pleased at the approval, moving a little closer again. Pointing to himself, he says,]

[mercwamouth]

I know.

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[He makes an inquisitive chirping noise and tilts his head a bit to the side. He points in an arbitrary direction.]

["Is that where you're from?"]

[mercwamouth]

Yup. Just not your Earth.

[compactlove.livejournal.com]

[. . . Have another confused beep there, Mr. Wade.]

[mercwamouth]

Don't worry too much about it.

Look! Stars!

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[At his prompting, WALL-E goes back to looking around--

. . . And then he looks down. He yelps in surprise and points at the ground frantically; he must think no one's noticed the lack of a floor.]

[mercwamouth]

I always wondered, what happens once you've cleaned everything up? What would you do all day?

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[. . . Ah, he must already know about the lack of floor, then. He'll be tapping it thoughtfullly as he considers this question.

And after a moment, he hits the button on his chest, and "Put on Your Sunday Clothes" plays. He mimes putting on and taking off a hat, then does a little spin.]

[mercwamouth]

[Deadpool shrugs and dances along with Wall-e.]

[compactlove.livejournal.com]

[Oh ho, this strange guy understands the joy of Hello, Dolly! WALL-E hangs back for a second and watches him in fascination.]

[mercwamouth]

...You can't let me dance by myself. I'll look like a pussy.

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[He starts at that, but he joins in again! -- It looks more like waddling than actual dancing, though, but at least his heart battery is in it!]

[mercwamouth]

That's a good robot.

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[WALL-E seems pleased at the praise. He does a few spins in response!]

[mercwamouth]

This fun. Hang on a second, though.

[Deadpool shifts out, then shifts back with a tape deck that reads "Best of Metallica"]

Here, pop this in.

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[He takes the tape and inspects it curiously -- holding it out away from him, and then looking at it up close -- but he seems unsure as to what to do with it.]

[mercwamouth]

...Don't you have a tape player thing in there? What, is it 8-track?

[compactlove.livejournal.com]

[He tilts his head and makes a sort of "Huh?" sound. After that, he shakes his head.]

[mercwamouth]

*sigh* So much for backwards compatibility.

[compactlove.livejournal.com]

[WALL-E isn't entirely sure what he means by that, but he does at least notice that Deadpool doesn't seem pleased; WALL-E hums apologetically, and holds the tape back up to him.]

[mercwamouth]

Thanks anyway.

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["Welcome!"]