"Popcorn's easy to eat!" It wasn't so much an argument as it was a statement, and one that was quickly forgotten when he saw the TV. He plopped down in front of the TV, eyes fixed on the bright colors. He slurped the ginger ale without breaking eye contact with the TV. Something about his former robot status gave him the unnerving ability to go long periods without blinking.
Suddenly, he spun around in his seat and reached out a hand toward the crates in the corner. "Piggggggy!" he cried, like a soldier watching his buddy die.