[@Earnest Evans]

With the situation inside the bar seemingly resolved, Gov. tried his best to focus his analytical and perception circuits on his current job; the sooner it was over with, the sooner he could move to a more discreet location and make a dash again.

Before he could think on that plan further, he was approached by a pair of locals. One of them was an old-looking fellow with a beard right out of one of those J.R.R. Tolkein novels all of the 'nerds' liked to talk about. Or they used to, anyway, before the nuclear attack evidently made everyone illiterate.

From the looks of things, the fellow accompanying him was some kind of garbage man who'd had an accident with a welder and a stuffed Deer's head, or something equally ludicrous. Evidently the nuclear attack made everybody extremely accident-prone well. Made him sick, the mess they made everywhere.

Switching over to his rather light 'helpfulness' subroutines once the man with the beard started talking, however, he realised that maybe he could start off that distraction he needed after all, if he could set a mob after this 'danger to the community'. The same 'Vault Dweller' individual they were talking about at the forum, he concluded was the most likely scenario.

[color=lightgray]"Vault suit?"[/color] He replied to the man's query with his usual officious tone, the lights on the head lighting up as he 'spoke'. [color=lightgray]"...Like on the Bobbleheads? I am afraid I have not, citizen. ...That being said, there is most certainly an individual in there who has gotten someone in the community angered and hysterical; no surprise, if it's the man I think you're talking about. I have recorded what sounded like the prelude to a textbook hillbilly brawl in there. Perhaps you'd recognise this 'Vault Dweller's voice. Be glad this information doesn't fall under the Classification radar or I could be fired."[/color]

With that explanation of his hopefully piercing the man's skull (he sounded intelligent enough), Government accessed his most recent recorded archives and played them back to the man, in the original voices... though the sound quality was very crackly, filled with white noise and more than a little faint. The rusty wall he was recording through was probably responsible for a lot of that.

[color=f7941d]"I... loo...ing for you! Me... you n-... to talk."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"I assume you... -ere to kill... offer your ass-... We can talk, but... the people here are... won't leave my partn-..."[/color]

[color=lightgray]"Oh, and keep this under wraps from any potential spies..."[/color] Gov. started communicating again in his normal 'voice', detecting a bountiful opportunity to do his real job even better, hopefully riling up the locals even more in the process; an evil in times like this, but nobody truly understood the Robot's predicament!

[color=lightgray]"...But there is most certainly a filthy Communist infiltrator in there as well. Listen to this."[/color]

Gov. accessed his archive again, audibly rewinding all of his tape to reach the voice of the supposed infiltrator.

[color=ed145b]"...The party wi-... the people, it only re-... -ance and... when...... -inks, comrade."[/color]

The playback clicked off abruptly. 

[color=lightgray]"Blegh, my synthesiser is rusting just from playing that back. 'Party'. 'Comrade'. Without a hint of what you call 'Irony'! If that isn't a Pinko, I don't know what is!"[/color] Gov. declared, seeing it fit to clang one of his claws against his cylindrical chassis. He never wanted to do that, seemed like more of a habit absorbed from constant rewrites of his diplomacy subroutines.