Doghead's Cosmic Bar

Braeden, I know you are dead, like my friend Spike here. But Glindar may not care. You can still be hacked into tiny pieces, can't you?

*climbs up on Braeden's holoprojector, distorting the image*
He's not really here. I s'pose Glindar could hack the projector to pieces. If he ever makes it out of the basement.
*curls up on the projector and takes a nap*

I just love these artsy movies, reminds me of Flim Noir

I wish it would rain pie. I'm hungry.

*releases oil onto Sk4yt*

Will raining oil do?

I don't eat oil.

Anyway, if he hacks me to pieces he doesn't get paid.

And could you please stop sleeping on my projector? It's distorting the image.

I see. Very tricksy. I can understand why they locked you up.

*Glares at projector* I don't hold with things that aint real.

They locked me up because they are prejudiced and afraid of anyone who is different from them.

*nods sympathetically* I know how that is. At the laboratory where I was created they kept me in a cage.