[...hey, wow. That's a real nice thing to hear, considering how he's been feeling about his robomajigs and the uses they're being put to. It's this kind of thing that he wants: people like Yuri and Dipper and Mabel thinking his robots are awesome, and Stanford Pines telling him "thank you" for looking after his family, and Wrath excitedly hamboning messages to him about what he had for lunch today, and coming back to the train car to see Jean picking out a folk tune on the ukelele and actually looking happy to see him.
Given his track record around Ford, McGucket half-expects a memory to come back -- some other time he's been thanked, maybe, something he did for Ford Pines thirty years ago that mattered.
....
....huh. Nope, he's got nothing.
Oh well, maybe next time. He doesn't need old memories for the now to fill him with warmth from his new hat down to his bare filthy feet. He doesn't feel lonely at all, and the absence of it makes Fiddleford feel as buoyant as his Driflimbot. A smile that's distinctly not crazy flits across his face, and his shoulders shake in a much quieter laugh than usual.
--wait, darnit, this is a public channel. He can't be grinning and carrying on like he's not lost his mind where just anyone can see it. The wide toothless grin comes back, and his eyes go off in different directions.]
Deedeely do dup do, hogwash and haystacks! Salt my kettle corn, I gotta watch the road! Wouldn't want to bump into any flyin' Wailords!
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Given his track record around Ford, McGucket half-expects a memory to come back -- some other time he's been thanked, maybe, something he did for Ford Pines thirty years ago that mattered.
....
....huh. Nope, he's got nothing.
Oh well, maybe next time. He doesn't need old memories for the now to fill him with warmth from his new hat down to his bare filthy feet. He doesn't feel lonely at all, and the absence of it makes Fiddleford feel as buoyant as his Driflimbot. A smile that's distinctly not crazy flits across his face, and his shoulders shake in a much quieter laugh than usual.
--wait, darnit, this is a public channel. He can't be grinning and carrying on like he's not lost his mind where just anyone can see it. The wide toothless grin comes back, and his eyes go off in different directions.]
Deedeely do dup do, hogwash and haystacks! Salt my kettle corn, I gotta watch the road! Wouldn't want to bump into any flyin' Wailords!
[TIME TO HANG UP NOW.]