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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.]

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[Experimentally,]

... Close enough. [He finishes his smoke, drops the cigarette on the not!floor, and steps on it.]

[Nooo, the flamey thing. D: WALL-E looks sad and gasps in dismay.]

It's all yours, if you still want it.

[He looks between Sanzo and the cigarette butt and scoots closer to the cigarette remains. He carefully pokes at it with the tip of his clamp-hand and hums thoughtfully.

And then he seems satisfied, moving back and looking expectantly at Sanzo. Maybe he'll light up another one of those sticks?]

Now what do you want?

[He mimes turning on a lighter, pauses a second, and then gestures to Sanzo. There's an unmistakable hopeful look in his eyes. 8D ]

What, do you think this is some kind of magic trick?

[He's not sure what that means, so he scoots back a bit, tapping his hands together a little nervously.]

[Well, luckily for you, he wants another cigarette anyway.]

[And his anxiety is instantly forgotten! He clearly finds the lighter just as fascinating as the cigarette; so have a robot in your personal space, Sanzo, stretching his treads to make himself a little taller so he can get a better look.]

[Sanzo takes a step back, and since he's had problems in the past with losing his lighters to a curious monkey or a thieving kappa, he's making sure to keep it out of WALL-E's hands.]

[WALL-E sighs quietly to himself, but he backs away. >: ]

What would you do with it if I gave it to you? Take it apart?

[He tilts his head to the side, making a questioning hum. He hasn't understood the question.]

[He holds up the lighter.] Why do you want this?

[He mimics Sanzo pushing the button to light the lighter, and accompanies this with a fascinated "oooh."]

... Okay. Well, it's not a toy, sorry.

[You keep using that word. D: ]

You've got kind of a limited vocabulary, don't you.

[Have another confused head tilt. >:]

Never mind. At least you're not going to talk my ear off.

[Talk. . . your ear. . . huh? Your mode of speech is confusing, Sanzo.]

... You don't talk much.

What is it that you do?

[Oh, good! Something he can answer--! He pops down his front panel and mimes shoveling in trash before closing it again. He compresses himself to simulate compacting trash, then pops the panel open again and points to the trash cube he'd made moments ago. Then, he pretends to stack cube on top of cube.

He moves back and makes a sweeping gesture with his arms.]

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