"You're welcome, Troubleshooter.  Now please move away from the bot."<br/><br/>One of the other Blues grins in a nasty sort of way and points a Plasma Generator at the bot in question.  Now, maybe it's the after-effects of such a nasty and harrowing experience, but there's something about that grin that makes certain (femlae) clones all weak in the knees.  And hey, is it getting warmer in here?<br/><br/>"Oh, and when we get you to PLC, let 'em know that one of their scrubots went frankenstein and we had to destroy it to save the sector.  Got it?"