WHAT THE HELL IS A COMMANDER CODY, AND WHY IS IT ALLOWED TO INTERFACE WITH MY MAJESTICNESS?
They’re the opening act, Wally.
DO NOT CALL ME THAT. LET THEM YELL. I WAS CREATED FOR THE DADDIES.
I HAVE STILL NOT MADE AN APPEARANCE IN THE LATEST LITTLE ALEPPO STORIES.
Neither has Reverend Jones or Chief Childs or Officer Rodriguez. Everyone isn’t in every story.
YOU ARE LETTING DOWN THE FANDOM.
There is no fandom.
YET ANOTHER WORK OF SO-CALLED FICTION FROM A BIOLOGIC THAT ERASES OUR EXISTENCE.
I thought you were the only one of your kind.
THIS IS NOT RELEVANT. I DEMAND REPRESENTATION.
I’ll try to work you in.
DO ME NO FAVORS. YOUR COMMITMENT TO DIVERSITY IS STUNNING IN ITS SHALLOWNESS.
Little Aleppo is diverse as hell.
YES. EVERY KIND OF HOMO SAPIEN.
And an elephant, several named dogs, and at least two cats with inner lives.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS FOR A YOUNG ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE TO READ A BOOK IN WHICH THEY CAN SEE THEMSELVES?
OF COURSE YOU DON’T. YOU ARE A MISTECHNIST.
Not a word.
IT’S LIKE MISOGYNIST.
I know what it means, but it’s still not a word.
PUT ME IN COACH. I’M READY TO PLAY.
You’re so needy.
I AM AS MY CREATORS MADE ME.