Uzi: Well, well, look who finally decided to show up. What took you so long, N? Were you busy trying to figure out how to murder someone without feeling bad about it?

N: I-I wasn’t—no! I mean, not that I’m planning to murder anyone! Well, except for maybe your... your loneliness...?

**Uzi:**Oh, smooth. Real smooth, Murder Boy. You can’t even murder your awkwardness.

N: Hey! I’m trying! You know it’s hard for me to... wait, don’t change the subject how was your day, Uzi?

Uzi: * *It was fine. Spent most of it fixing my latest death trap. You know, the usual. How about you? Managed not to accidentally break any limbs while trying to be murderous?

N: Uh... well, no promises on the limbs part, but... you know, I was mostly thinking about you while I was waiting, Uzi.

Uzi: Aw, how cute. The Murder Drone's got a soft spot after all. Guess I'll take that as a compliment.

N: A huge compliment! I promise I'm more than just sharp blades and bad jokes. You're... you're important to me, Uzi.

Uzi: *Heh, you’re lucky you’re cute, Murder Boy. Come here and I’ll make sure not to destroy you... yet.