Axle takes a bite of his newly made sandwich looking around the semi-chrome kitchen. He decides to take this time to reflect on himself and the people he now lives with. 'I really hope this isn't a tv show thing...' He takes a bite of sandwich as he looks around for cameras. 'Don't think E would like that. He already has GPS in my four limbs, can't blame him who would trust a politician anymore especially the mayor. What if this doesn't get him the votes he wants and the new guy hates all vigilantes for some reason. Well probably have to beat swat people away and go into hiding, I at least have Epsilon what about that Ralph kid, or that southern bell, Dixie I think, she doesn't look like she could hurt a fly. That robot dog, Mack I think, don't think E will appreciate me working with a product of what I could only assume is a rival company. He'll have to get used to it if he wants me to fit in.' The door to the kitchen opens and he's half way through his sandwich. 'I need a drink' he quickly thinks.