"Another insignificant bug! Ve should crush 'em into scrap," says Hothead with a fiery rage in his voice, threatening with fists. Icy fronts, replacing that anger with a chilled retort and a cold, calculating tone. "It's a shame I have to share my processors vith such incompetency..." Random suddenly fronts with a burst of energy, "Ha ha ha! I agree with Hothead. Let's just turn 'em into scrap and dance on zer circuits!"

The alters continue to bicker and converse amongst themselves.