[b]"I would like a tattoo, but I have no idea what i'd like to get. Do you have any suggestions, other than the highly illogical one of that . . . green thing riding a pig. That is very, very odd. Personal preference would be one of a simplistic nature, like your other one. I'd think i'd like it under my eye as well so take that into account." [/b]Drake had always had an interested in body modification, but he had always been to busy to actually go and do anything with it. His father always thought that the real reason he replaced his arms because of this interest, but such a thought was preposterous and highly illogical. 

He also decided to keep to himself his disagreement of their views of on the subject. The way he aw it, his arms were becoming defective, as they always ached and pained after long nights he spent working on his projects. Why is it strange to replace your arm when it becomes obsolete, and yet perfectly normal to replace things phones and such. If something is inefficient, you switch for something that is, nothing to it. It was so simple, and yet, it seemed as if his ideas where not one of the most popular out there. He had just gotten Esther to talk to him, he didn't want to ruin it by saying something ridiculous.

Speaking of Esther, he thought about what she said about the her father being injured by fighting the Cruxi. 

[b]*CRUNCH*[/b]

Drake's left hand had proceeded to crush the surface of the table as it had clenched onto a fist. Surprised by the action, as he hadn't even thought of doing that. he unclenched his fist, letting the bits of metal fall out of his hand.

[b]"Must have been a malfunction of some sort, strange, that has never happened before. Maybe it had to do with the nerve circuits at the wrists being overly damaged during the escape."[/b]