[Maybe he eyeballed the dosage wrong when he set up the ethanol IV. Maybe his liver got fed up with all the combat he's been through recently, so it's taking a Me Day. But whatever the reason, the world's gotten quite a bit wobblier than he anticipated. And that's a problem, he now realizes. Normally, he'd have a nice, solid pair of feet to keep him steady, but here? No. He did not arrive on Reverie Terminal with his walking feet. No, he only has his running feet. They're fashionably curved. Beautifully built for acceleration. Not easy to balance on.
Which is a problem, because he wants to get up. Why? Not important, he just does. And you know, he doesn't feel like being undignified about it. No stumbling for him, that's for uncreative minds!
Instead, he picks a spot in line of sight, and teleports, catching himself against the bar when he arrives, his metal hands hitting the surface with a loud smack. There! Victory!
Oh look, a human! Sonofa horoy, every rock you turned over had another one under it. It was incredible.] There's so many of you, how do you all stand it?
bar!
Which is a problem, because he wants to get up. Why? Not important, he just does. And you know, he doesn't feel like being undignified about it. No stumbling for him, that's for uncreative minds!
Instead, he picks a spot in line of sight, and teleports, catching himself against the bar when he arrives, his metal hands hitting the surface with a loud smack. There! Victory!
Oh look, a human! Sonofa horoy, every rock you turned over had another one under it. It was incredible.] There's so many of you, how do you all stand it?