Look, it's probably not the first time he's been nudged by a very expensive Italian leather loafer--
--but it is the first time he's been prodded by a robot. It's the first time he's even met or seen a robot, so when Jeff opens his bleary eyes and squints up at the guy standing over him, and he gets a look at that face, his first thought is IS THAT A FUCKING TERMINATOR?
Followed by: Is my roommate a fucking terminator?
Jeff's eyes widen, and he does his best to scoot out of the way, like, as much as his totally uncoordinated limbs will let him.
"Dude..." Don't ask if he's a terminator, don't ask if he's a terminator... "Um. I think... I got locked out?"
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--but it is the first time he's been prodded by a robot. It's the first time he's even met or seen a robot, so when Jeff opens his bleary eyes and squints up at the guy standing over him, and he gets a look at that face, his first thought is IS THAT A FUCKING TERMINATOR?
Followed by: Is my roommate a fucking terminator?
Jeff's eyes widen, and he does his best to scoot out of the way, like, as much as his totally uncoordinated limbs will let him.
"Dude..." Don't ask if he's a terminator, don't ask if he's a terminator... "Um. I think... I got locked out?"
Because this is his room, of course. Obviously.