Ha! And, did I mention: HA, HAHAHA? No, what perplexes me isn’t the banal drudgery that passes for homework at this school. It’s a complex engineering conundrum of my own design! You see, the endo-structure needs to be both supported and protected by an interlocking network of nanofiber units to provide locomotion. And it should be conductive to double as the processing strata to self-correct its own balance across the entire range of motion. I can’t take full credit for this brilliant scheme, of course, borrowed as it is from nature.

I calculated the damage to school spirit, morale, and morals of the entire student body if Namco High loses the next Robot Battle Brawl match against Evil Namco High. Cousin, it would be disastrous to the power of catastrophic. I had to invent a whole new word to describe it: DISASTROPHIC! Grades plummet, tardies skyrocket, attendance is reduced to a handful of students seeking shelter from the juvenile raider gangs that will band together to roam the wasteland and prey on the weak. This is the dark future that hangs in the balance. Heavy is the head that wears the Robot Battle Brawl crown, Cousin.

Hm? Oh, Cousin. It’s you. I was just scavenging for anything useful they might have left behind. SO I CAN THROW IT AWAY! I used to think the only thing that separated player characters from common drone enemies and power ups was our capacity for rational thought. We do more than move in pre-described patterns. We can react to the environment. We learn about it. We can create change upon it. But I was never any kind of inventor, Cousin. I wasn’t even cut out to be the engineering club janitor’s assistant’s probationary trainee. I wasted my life, Cousin. I hereby renounce inventing. ENTIRELY. Today I begin my new life. AS A LAW STUDENT!