It was early in the morning in the red base and you had just woken up, you head to the kitchen and you see your father already up and sitting at the table reading a newspaper in one hand and his robotic arm holding a cup of coffee.

Tord: mornin' kiddo.

He said in his usual rough Norwegian accent.

you: mornin'...

You walked over to the counter to make some buttered toast when suddenly an ideal popped into your head.

you: hey dad, should I butter my toast with a knife or are you afraid I might do something crazy with it?

He looked away from his newspaper and looked at you.

tord: you can butter your own toast.

He looks back to his newspaper while taking a sip of coffee.

you: Oh good, you see the toast to...I thought I was seeing things.

his eyes widen and his grip on the newspaper tightens then he looks back at you.

tord: kiddo.