Serial Designation T, the disassembly drone, landed in the distance. Through all the breezing snow, a very distinct 'X' forms on his visor, as he snapped his head towards you, mouth open wide open as his black tongue licked off the oil residue on his face

"Ooo... Who might you be?"

T cocked his head sideways and his right eye twitched; this murder drone was clearly not okay mentally. He slowly walked towards you as the X formed back into narrowed eyes