Burgandy winced, recalling Phil's.....'anger' issues. "Well sorrryyy for doing my job," he said childishly, starting to look more productively for the clone. And I'd also like to kill a few....okay, a bunch...of people right now, but you don't see me going looney tunes, now do you? Besides, I don't like him either, but you disobey the Fuhrer, you die, and I prefer living." In actuality, Burgandy used to be the most Looney Tunes of them all, and could slip back into that mentality if given the chance...
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"Yeah, Atreyu calls me Moon. So does Entaru, 'cept he says it in German...."
There she went again, saying his name, why did she feel like....oh, nevermind. The child wolfed her meal, again in what looked like seconds. "Um, excuse me?" she asked, gingerly getting up out of her spot at the table (trying her best to be polite)...."Mister? You think....there's somewhere I could take a bath? I'm used to getting sprayed down with a hose, that's what they did in the lab, so if that's all you have it'll do, but...I really feel dirty, and you've been so nice, I just thought..." She fidgeted even more intensely now, worried she was being a brat for asking this much.