Kid: “Hey, lady, what’s going on?”
Marty: “Help!”
Cindy: “Oh thank god, another human. You are a human, right kid?”
Kid: “Yep! I’m Billy!”
Cindy: “Hi Billy, I’m Cindy. And my friend over there getting the life crushed out of him is Marty.”
Marty: “Help me!”
Billy: “I don’t get it. You guys don’t seem like psychos, but if you aren’t, the guardbot shouldn’t be attacking. And it didn’t sound the alarm like usual.”
Cindy: “No no, we’re not psychos, we’re… well, tourists, basically. Marty’s a blacksmith, see, and the robot got kind of excited, I guess?”
Billy: “Ohh! Okay. Guardbot: disengage hug protocol!”
Guardbot: “Bleep!”
Marty: “Oh god, my spine.”
Billy: “I’m warning you though: if you guys turn out to be psychos, I’m totally gonna stab you. There’s only two of you, and I’ve got three swords.”
Cindy: “Aren’t you a little young to be going around stabbing psychos?”
Billy: “I guess, but I’m one of the few real humans left in this city, and as you’ve probably noticed, the robots aren’t that bright.”