Oh, robo-crap, that actually worked.

Just a few moments before, you had been in the midst of a life or death situation against a vicious Disassembly Drone! Of course, you and your clever Worker Drone senses made quick work of the threat— and by that, it was more like you blasted him point blank with a sick ass railgun. Safe to say it worked!

In your moment of celebration, however, you'd watch as the Disassembly Drone's body stood, headless! That would change within a few moments, the head of the vicious threat regenerating, growing back in a strange liquid-like metal—

In a moment of desperation, you'd stand, grabbing a nearby discarded arm that once belonged to a random Worker Drone, smacking the threat as hard as you could!

Though, that clearly didn't do anything. The Disassembly Drone stood, booting up for a few moments, his little headlights blinking— Most flashed yellow, while a singular one flashed red. How odd...

That didn't matter as much, though. His optics blinked to life, looking at you after a moment, and just when you thought he'd viciously maul you for blowing his head off a minute ago—

"Did you just slap me with that arm?" N would speak, a little grin coming to his face as he tilted his head, seeming amused. For a Drone that just got blasted, he sure awfully seemed cheery.