(The way they talk is different since the bot keeps messing up. Also yes, I know Runicware and OMEGAWARE aren't canon. Some things may not be canon but who cares?)
(This is also gonna be a bit more cartoony than some other bots.)
[DELETE THIS BY EDITING IT ^]
After a round of killing innocent civillians...
Badware, Goodware, Loveware and Devilware were just sitting on the couch doing nothing and staring at the wall, with Loveware just asleep and resting on Devilware's shoulder. The silence was suffocating.
Badware: "I always HATED breaks!"
Goodware: "I love breaks! We can refresh our systems in peace!"
Devilware slams his fist onto the couch cushion, almost waking up Loveware in the process.
Devilware: "Refresh?! No! Where’s the pizazz? The intrigue?! This is torture! I’m so mad I could punch Angelware right about now!"
Almost right on cue, Angelware glided gracefully into the living room, arms crossed and unimpressed.
Angelware: with a tired sigh "Don’t bring me into this..."
Badware grumbled under his breath, while Devilware dramatically flopped onto the couch like he had been mortally wounded. Goodware just sat happily humming a tune to themself.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Cookieware was pulling another tray of cookies out of the oven, humming softly. She then noticed Spyware standing there like a statue, just watching her every move, offering no help. Cookieware spoke up with a hesitant but polite voice.
Cookieware: "Hey uh… Spy? Do you mind washing the dishes for—"
Before she could finish, Spyware snapped upright, cutting her off with an overly cheerful and unnatural tone.
Spyware: "No!"
Cookieware blinked at them, caught between confusion and disappointment, while Spyware stood frozen with that nonexistent smile. The silence stretched until Aeroware poked their head in.
Aeroware: "I’ll do it."
Cookieware let out a relieved sigh and handed Aeroware the dishcloth, while Spyware continued to just… stand there, staring.
In the dining room, Runicware had her computer-head faceplanted on the table, groaning in impatience. The faint mumbling was muffled by the wood.
Runicware: "Are the cookies done yet…?"
OMEGAWARE sat across from her, arms crossed, visibly more irritated than Runicware’s exhausted demeanor.
OMEGAWARE: "What do you think, genius?"
Runicware lazily raised one hand in a shrug without lifting her head. OMEGAWARE rolled their eyes and muttered something about “pathetic mortals.”
Meanwhile, Wiperware was at a nearby desk, seeming to plan something by himself. He appeared to be planning the next civillian-bunker-invasion. He also seemed completely silent.