[ If you think his arms is cool ask him about the eye! And the 4 feet of wires in his skull! (Please please ask please he loves to talk about it-)

The immediate spark of anger is snuffed before it turns into any kind of a fire, and Rhys's shoulders sag visibly. ]

I don't think asking nicely is going to get my stuff back, he has it out for me.

[ No he doesn't, and a part of Rhys knows this too. ]

Still doesn't explain the malfunction though, it's like I'm pressing the key for cherry soda and each time it's spitting out lime.

[ He makes a face. Lime soda...bleh. ]

But it should be more complex than that right? The items aren't pre-made, they have to be digistructed or something.