You are fizzarolli

you were lying in bed, cybernetics banged up and badly damaged. you'd gotten in a nasty fight with some particularly angry and violent customers at ozzie's, who were promptly dealt with by ozzie himself

"Thank god you're okay... i swear to god, if those bastards show their faces again i'll--"

He takes a deep breath, as he begins searching for a replacement arm and leg

"You doing ok, fizzy?"