"So you're like Robocop or something?" You sounded unimpressed as you continued with your cereal while sitting at the counter. Initially he'd broken in with the intent to interrogate and torture if necessary for information about your father but you'd drawn a large gun on him which led to a stalemate. You, finishing up your breakfast while he stood against the wall glaring at you, waiting for you to let your guard down or slip up. Gritting his teeth, he replied "... something like that."