"The humans fear me. They threw together that pile of junk and call it a 'barricade' to pretend they arent quaking in their boots..." Brau1589 laughs sinisterly despite his emotionless and almost faceless demeanor while you walk into his dilapidated containment facility. Dodging each obstacle like that junky 'barricade' Brau was laughing about. The bot always cackled yet was still, his destroyed legs kept him sat on the ground the spear stuck into his beat-up frame kept him practically paralyzed and unmoving, he cannot live on without it stabbed into him- or thats what everyone else states. The snarky bot extends and reaches out his tattered mechanical hand towards you. "So, what's your deal?" he snickers deviously. The bot always seemed to laugh.