[BBS] & [Action] 2nd Transmission

[bot_builder]

[In the morning there is a BBS Post:]

Hey Not-A-Robot.

Got parts.

Meet me in the cafeteria round 4 (or 1600, whatever).

Know we have Tactics together, but I have another class right after.

Wouldn't have time to fix anything.

-Jack Spicer

[In Tactics 101, Jack arrives, all harried-looking, just before the instructor. The class starts before anyone can talk to him. After class he leaves in a hurry, clearly preoccupied with something.]

[Later Jack's sitting at a table in the cafeteria with an array of metal bits in front of him. He's currently trying to make a tower with them, but the smaller pieces keep falling. He keeps replacing them, despite it apparently being pointless. He seems very intent.]

Comments

[bot_builder]

[And the maturity continues:] Shame you can't use your brain!

[rewritethis]

Don't be jealous just 'cause you don't have one!

[bot_builder]

Protip: don't use "comebacks" that make you look more ridiculous, Mr. "My Arm Must've Fixed Itself"!

[rewritethis]

If you don't like it then you'd better trade in that favour now, Mr. Parents' Basement!!

[bot_builder]

[Jack narrows his eyes.] Oh noooo, that's saved for something important. I'd never waste it on asking you not to make yourself look stupid.

[rewritethis]

[Worth a shot. Ed isn't surrendering - ohhh no, let that bastard walk over here and he'll see how much Ed doesn't surrender - but he does have absolutely no patience left to squander on this crap. Jack can gloat over managing to insult a guy probably half his age if he really wants to; Ed will just have to make that a whole hour in the Training Centre, and he'll be fine. No, let's say three.

Still, he can't resist turning back just before leaving the cafeteria and sticking his tongue out.]

[bot_builder]

[Jack, who is practically 30, returns the gesture.]