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Jim: We entered the Bourbon and Banthasteak Bar. It was a dark, smoky, sleazy hive of—
GM: Scum and villainy?
Jim: No, dregs and turpitude.
Jim: Epitomising the moral decay, there was a robot fighting cage.
[SFX]: crunch
Pete: Hang on, robot fighting is a noble sport!
[SFX]: bzzzt!
Jim: Not when the robots are sentient.
[SFX]: slam! chop!
Pete: Hmmm. I wonder if I could stick a deep learning A.I. in Armagedd-tron 3000.
Sally: You have a fighting robot?
Pete: In what world worth living in would I not have a fighting robot?
Sally: A world where you are a fighting robot.
Pete: Oooh...
[SFX]: Buzzzz!
Spectator: C’mon, you son-of-a-bit chip-head!
[SFX]: Grind!