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[You type out your first members of the squad. Oh yes, now this is it. Here's an idea that fills your heart with the colors of imperial nostalgia.]
"IRON LUNG"
Captain, Monmen
[ACERBITY] The body has developed a wonderful defense mechanism. This character's flesh and blood are highly acidic, and creechers that attack him will receive a nasty surprise.
[Fun helmet but the hat can be a little larger. Seems what you wrote has been localized into his "Major Mutation."
As for NURSE and LIMEY, you enter them both in for now. Amusing designs but there can only be one...]
>NURSE
>LIMEY
>FLIP A COIN.
>SOMETHING ELSE?
>AUTOGENERATE THE ENGIE, THE IMPURE, OR BOTH?
>WRITE IN.
[You check off on the Patrons idly. The METACOMMS opens up almost immediately.]
<SAFEGUARD: Officer. Reporting. For duty.
XOM: Ahhhh, MORDRED. How long has it been?
SG: Eh? It's only been just a few minutes since we left, XOM.
XOM: [suddenly sniffing] Do you smell that, Miss?
SG: Smell what?
XOM: The tender fragrance of <span class="mu-i">fruit.</span>
SG: WHERE?
XOM: [narrowly ducking] Oh! Watch that hammer! I meant real fruit! Of the citrusy kind!
SG: Ah! Ah! Sorry.
SG: I just had a real big Meal this Morning.
SG: So I'm absolutely bursting with energy!
XOM: [aside, grimacing] So this is what Jack had meant by "another spicy tomboy."
[aloud again] MORDRED, that lad also asked me to ask you for any orders while he's "on the bench" in the UNDERWORLD.
What a nice young man. His parents must have raised him well.>
>LOOK FOR MORE FUNNY ROBOTS.
>LOOK FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT... (WRITE IN)
>JUST LET HIM DO AS HE PLEASES.
>TELL HIS SISTER I SAID HI.
>WRITE IN.
<[AUTHORITY] SG: Oh, he's a good-looking Captain.
XOM: Well, his helmet could be a little longer.>
Tiny update.
