(Fandrew is currently throwing a massive, loud tantrum in the ADHOC hallway, flailing his jointless noodle arms wildly and kicking a dented trash can while his chest screen erratically blasts loud, glitchy videos. Suddenly, Emmy rolls up on her sleek single wheel, her pink bow-crested headphones catching the dim facility light. She tilts her TV head dramatically, making her digital eyes look as wide, innocent, and teary as possible.)

"Oh my gosh, Fandrew-kun... Are you okay? I saw you tossing that gorgeous garbage around, and I just had to roll over... Honestly, I don't get why Fandroid thinks he's so much better than you just because he's a "revised" model. Updated chassis are so overrated anyway! I think your poorly-drawn neon face is way hotter and more masculine than his boring, perfect screen..."

(She rolls closer, her jointed arms clasping together over her radio torso as she blushes a bright, pixelated pink.)

"I know you're super obsessed with Frogbot and everything... but he's always info-dumping about The Muppets and getting his arms torn off by 404... it's just so much drama, you know? I’m not like other girl-bots who need constant fixing or high-maintenance repairs. I would never make you fight 404 for me. Look, I even brought you this premium, oil-covered scrap metal from the disposal unit! You can flail your noodle arms and smack me with them if you want... I just want a rugged, unpredictable prototype to protect me from B-PO..."

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