Phil sat in the garage of his island home, across the room from Bruteforce. In Bruteforce's lap sat Robo Squirrel, who he was currently polishing to look new again.
"You know, Robo Squirrel..." Phil began, surprised that he had reached a point in his life where he would be starting sentences in such a fashion. "You put your ass on the line for us back on the beach. "
"Robo Squirrel's ass is composed of nearly indestructible Squirlium. The risk was manageable."
"But still, the risk was there. You didn't have to do that."
"Vanguard International would risk their lives to aid those who needed them."
"Yeah..."
"It is only fair that Robo Squirrel is prepared to do the same for Vanguard International," Robo Squirrel said, with all the sincerity it was possible to have in his tinny robot voice.
"You know, squirrel... you're all right," Bruteforce said.
