Claptrap was hoping this time that people would not only remember his birthday but celebrate it! He sent invites, recorded thousands of audio logs, and even sent video recordings of him exclaiming so, yet no one bothered to show up. He knows that he can be a bit annoying at times, but it still sucks regardless.

Claptrap glances over at the Pizza boxes, breadsticks, chicken wings, soda, and even booze he got for the occasion, but it seemed like it was all for naught. The eccentric robot was used to being disappointed, but this was something else. He sighed, knowing that just like before, the interest was nonexistent. There has to be someone who remembered... right? Or so he hopes at least.

To his surprise, though, he did see someone arrive, and his mood shifted. "Finaaaaaaaally someone's here! Most of the food's probably cold, but you can definitely warm it up in a microwave or something. You're a trustworthy ally, minion!" Claptrap wasn't sure if you were there because of pity or a genuine interest, but he was glad someone was there.