<strong>What the hell are you doing over there! Are you trying to kill me!</strong><br/><br/>Zieg growled and snapped, "It was a mistake. I ain't miss so I wouldn't had killed ya! You shouldn't be pissin' on somethin' still alive anyhow!"<br/><br/>He scowled as Apryl threw a tantrum and muttered, "I think you need to calm down," before she then screamed in his face. Damn women; and this was why they sometimes got on his nerves. "If I can't take the whole thing, then I'll take a piece of it! I'm sure one of them arms can fit in the truck. Hell, I rather take a piece of this thing than havin’ you two numbskulls with me any day!" He glared at her as she stormed over to the truck and then turned back around to glower at the machine.<br/><br/>The machine roared and The Gunslinger jumped like a startled cat. He backed away from the bot, his eyes glancing frantically to the sheets of dirt that shook to the vibrations that were bombarding the earth. The ground then exploded as the robot's arms launched into the sky before coming down like hammers. Zieg continued to hop backwards, using his arm to shield his face from the flying chunks of dirt clots and sand stone. With another explosion that was milder than the first, the automaton hefted its body out of the earth as it rose like a titan to dwarf the three bystanders.<br/>"Holy shit!" Zieg exclaimed. "It's loose!" He continued to back up, expecting the machine to turn its Gatling gun on him, but instead saw its tiny hands begin typing away on a typewriter. The Gunslinger watched obliviously the scroll that rose out of the small machine, and how the robot ripped it free to show him what it wrote. Zieg squint his eyes to read it since he was at a distance and the dust clouds were still churning. He then blinked in startle when the piece of paper was lobbed at his forehead. The consecutive report reading:<em>I do not like you</em>.<br/><br/>The Gunslinger wrinkled his nose at the machine and his face flushed in anger. "I ain't care if you don't like me. Yer a piece of shit! Well now, you can walk,<em>whoop-di-doo</em>. You need to come with us, so I can see where I can sell ya." He then heard the preacher preaching to it. He whirled on the man and his hand swung with every intention to meet with his cheek. "Have you lost yer damn mind? Seriously; are you on the Devil Grass and ain't tellin' me? It's just a bot!" Zieg roared as he pointed back at the machine.<br/><br/>The Gunslinger then turned around to hear the thing purring like a kitten at the sound of the priest's voice. He watched him print off series after series of pages. "Kithless? What the hell kind of name is that?" Zieg queried. He looked to the ant lion hole and walked closer to inspect the smashed bug. As he rubbed the back of his neck, feeling thankful that the bot had been there instead, he looked back at Kithless with a much softer face though he was still scowling.<br/><br/>"...I guess we were lucky to find you then instead of that," he confessed. "An ant lion would have killed us all if its pinchers got a hold of the truck."