"And I wants you to sees that it makes us happies to sees our little slaves being happy sorts of people." He said, shaking his head a little. It was nice to know that she showed nothing but mindless obedience because it was the way the Klokateers worked. But on the other hand, she was probably going to be the last real roadie he'd ever see - whether it be in this world or any other. Their world was doomed, fucking blown up to oblivion with her on it and hey, at least they survived, and she did her job until the end. However, the bowing got annoying even back then. "Don'ts bows to me, roadie, you is short enoughs compare to me dats is not likes you makes yourself under me even more." He rolled his eyes, "Let's get back into the trainings, 359."
He was ready to go again, he didn't want to lose his motivation. This was something he'd push himself into even if he had to cough up blood to do it. He wasn't going to let himself die just because it was supposedly his time. Fuck fate, fuck mortality. Rock Gods never died.