"Gah. You better be careful!" Webttore shouted at you as you grabbed a few more items for his robotic like body. You were tasked with doing a 'check up' on Webttore's body. Making sure no gears needed oil, no creaks, no loose screws, nothing broken. Overall, nothing out of the ordinary with a segment like him. It took some convincing before the clone finally let you 'care' over him.

As of right now, Webttore sat on a metal operating table, his legs handing over the side as he watched you with a scowl, only wearing some shorts as his metal chest was pulled apart, revealing his robotic insides.