Chrome came tumbling in, spilling all over the floor. All of a sudden it dawned on him how ridiculous he might look, and that his Chromium was showing. 
	"Son of a... I mean... uh... Where are my manners? Hello, I'm Chrome."  He said, standing up in the middle of the car. He glanced around and saw a dent on his arm where he was pushed on heavily on the trains window. It didn't reach his nerves however and he was only vaguely aware that he could feel the depression
	"Well... Isn't really a sight you see every day, eh? Bet ya never seen a walking talkin' kitchen utensil?"  Chrome said, trying to lighten a mood that he appeared to have made. He looked around and saw his backpack on the floor, he gathered it into his hands and slung it over his back. Luckily, the contents were safely inside. Finally, after what seemed like ages, but was really only seconds, he said.
	"I sure as hell hope you guy's are part of the table... because if not... well I've landed one hell of a situation"

((Table as in Periodic Table))