"Yea sure," He clatters away on the keyboard, "Adjust primary care recipient, Tobias and Charlie....doot de doo. And done." One of the protectrons breaks off from its appointed rounds and stomps up to Charlie.
[DECLARE DESIGNATION!] It practically yells at Charlie.
"Uh Charlie?"
[CONFIRMED]
It then stomps over to Tobias.
[DECLARE DESIGNATION!]
{Insert response here}
[CONFIRMED]
And then it just stands there.
"I think it should follow us now and help us fight."
[DECLARE DESIGNATION!] It practically yells at Charlie.
"Uh Charlie?"
[CONFIRMED]
It then stomps over to Tobias.
[DECLARE DESIGNATION!]
{Insert response here}
[CONFIRMED]
And then it just stands there.
"I think it should follow us now and help us fight."