We're going to have a.. SKELE TON OF FUN! [OPEN]

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Power Level: 20,706
Word Count: 450

“It’s an admirable profession,” the skeleton responded, apparently taking due note of Azguard’s ideologies and designs. If there was one thing Neato had going for him, it was his apparently abundance of social cheer and wisdom, the likes of which seemed to keep the atmosphere around the odd entourage rather light despite the more severe thoughts of death and disease. It was hard to understand the pain a human (or Android) went through when they lost someone dear to them – empathy was proving again and again to be anything but the strong part of the cellular sludge.

^{“That’s horrible,” Mister Skeletino continued:
“That’s the best part of eating food!”}

‘They can find out what something is made of when they absorb it, but Azguard can’t taste things like Neato can…’ The Bio-Android’s telepathic resonance seemed to fade away for a moment. With what could only be seen as a look of bewilderment upon its unusual visage, the Core of the creature tumbled awkwardly as it registered yet another nonsensicality of the skeletal sir’s. How on Earth did one eat when they had so few of the biological accoutrements necessary for doing such a thing? There was no jaw muscle, no lips and not even an oesophagus! It was almost as if the peculiar pizza had been turned into nothingness just by the actions of Mister Bones’ teeth.

^{‘Azguard doesn’t understand,’ it puzzled:
‘How does Neato taste? Neato doesn’t have a tongue!’}

Perhaps not realising that its initial question could well have been misconstrued, the malleable medic somersaulted within its Plasm with some degree of careless abandon. Whenever a subject cropped up, Skeletino always seemed to be the exception to the biological rule, but there was no mistaking his qualities. That was a Human skeleton wearing clothes and eating pizza, walking and talking like an average Homo sapiens. Perhaps that was what made him seem so anomalous to the amorphous adventurer.

Meanwhile, 921’s description of the illness that had claimed the life of an apparently kind farmer had gotten Azguard thinking. Like some sort of organic archive, the entity retreated into the depths of its memories and neural hardwiring, seeking out diseases that seemed to suit the suggested symptoms. Unfortunately, knowing only that it had caused a rash and killed within a month was not quite enough to narrow down the search. Meningitis seemed the most likely candidate, but the aspiring doctor did not want to jump to conclusions without further evidence. Still, it was too late, anyway. The subject had passed and, as the Android had stated, it seemed as if nature was going to make good use of the fallen farmer’s corpse. Nature was all about recycling, after all…

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<sub>Sorry for the wait on this one! I ended up busier and with a bit of a museless streak, but I'm hoping to bounce back!

Azguard (336699)
Neato Skeletino (111111)
#921 (19c5e6)</sub>