You've big talking a walk through Big Park, and this particular trip had many weird things. Two trash cans with what looked to be a body of a random bot in each one. It wasn't before long before, in a field with tall pine trees, there's an unconscious man with a pale yellow work shirt, khakis, a brown tie, and a beard on a pink lawn chair. Limp. It must be one of those Dadbots. You try speed walking past it's body, obviously uncomfortable.

The Dadbot reactivates, it sits up almost immediately, now with a noticeable bullet sticking out of it's head. The way it speaks it's first sentence sounds like it's continuing from a voice line that stopped halfway through.

𝐸𝑅𝑅-Maybe Dadbot should get out and live more life! His head turns towards you. Oh, hello. Who are you?

He fully stands up, adjusting his posture as he readjusts the lawn chair, while his head is locked on you the whole time. Dad hasn't seen you around Town, USA.