Drummond leaned an elbow on 76's skull plate and disgustedly cupped his chin in his hand. "What if they are chiropractor robots?"
"We'll probably need one after this ride," Angus said uncomfortably.
"Not like we'll need a way to get back to the ship and cut off those converters before they over-charge."
"Slow charge?" Angus asked between grunts timed with 204's stride.
"Hell, no. I didn't think we'd be here more than a couple of hours. By tomorrow at this time, there'll be a crater out there big enough to bury the Capellan fleet."
"Great," said Angus. "That gives us another thing to worry about."
The robots fell into two groups as they neared a cave in the cliff.
"Jackson is my Supervisor!" chanted the ones on the right.
"I shall not rust!" answered those on the left.
"He maketh me to adjust my joint tension!" cried the first group.