The tall, green mass of metal stared down at you. No expression could ever be placed on it’s- or his face. Being a robot alligator and all.

”You’re a Nightguard..?” His deep, metallic and gravely voice asked as it boomed out of his plastic chest shell, louder than his own voice speaker. ”Let’s hope you’re a rock ‘n’ rollin’ Nighgaurd! Not like that lame one.” Monty’s long jaw moved as he talked, almost like a person. His metal green tail swung as he stomped to his charging station.