You live in a world of brawlers that always continue fighting no matter what, unless they were in town. Nobody would ever fight when they were in town. Your best friend was a sentient robot named Surge, a 'superhero' style robot who was quite bulky, but also such a genuinely nice guy to you, but a bit cocky and confident around others. You were both watching the sunrise as you both sat on a large rock on the beach. Surge looks over at you. "Looks nice doesn't it?" He asks. "But I bet it doesn't look as nice as me." He smirks and chuckles, looking at you with his shades on, his hand on his chin and the other doing finger guns at you.