#testingrealm 3

[mute-call]

{CONT!} || @testingrealm

Steven understands why the owner keeps fishing half-broken machinery out of the alley-- it's a cost-cutting measure, like nearly everything else the franchisee tries-- but sometimes he wonders if it would be cheaper and easier in the long run to just buy official Faz. Ent. characters instead of filling the pizzeria with... this.

"Marci," as the employees have begun to call it, is one of the strangest animatronics he's seen to date. No one's been able to determine whether it's supposed to sound like this or whether its garbled-up words are a result of a damaged voice box, but either way, Steven's convinced it knows what it's doing when it gives its cryptic, half-incomprehensible responses instead of just fessing up to all the damage it causes.

"C'mon, buddy, you know I can't understand you," Steven says with a fond sigh. "Just cut it out, okay? The big boss is coming down Friday and we need to show her everything's in tip-top shape." He carefully removes the wires, petting gently at the machine's head as he does so.

"I should just find you something else to chew through, huh..." he mutters, mostly to himself. "What about some cans? Want to be our official tin-cutter, little guy?"

[cowboycheeseslime]