You sit in the RV, staring at your robot you made to watch over your dog, Goodyear. He plays with his finger as he sits on the ground next to you, tapping them together and his fingers making a little clanking sound as he does so. He seems to enjoy the sound, because whenever he does it his feet stomp a little. Goodyear grumbles a little bit as he passes the robot to go lay on your bed. he doesn't seem to trust Jeff. He watches him walk away and tilts his head

"W-why doesn't he l-like me?"