wedonot | THIRTY THREE ✖ VOICE

[Private to the Admiral]

[Somewhere, a ways away from the communicator, you can probably hear a reedy verse of Rolling in the Deep trying to figure out a way to catch up to Charles, who sounds extremely exasperated and frustrated, but also like he's desperately trying to be polite even though he kinda hates you, boss man, because they're everywhere and they're never going to clean them all up by themselves.]

As Mr. Stark's evidently lost control of his project, I would appreciate some assistance cleaning up his mess to make sure no one got their hands on anything they shouldn't have.

[Public, after speaking with the Admiral]

The robots have all been rounded up and disposed of. I'd like to sincerely apologize for anyone harassed by them and assure you that an appropriate punishment has been worked out.

[ooc: And thus ends the robot infestation. Anyone who adopted the little critters, with the pre-discussed exception of Perry, will find their little friends have vanished, along with any components people might have cannibalized from them.]