R0807 was a strange machine, he was more human than anything and he wasn't built with that in mind, but he was changed through a series of unfortunate events. Regardless he didn't seem to mind, not that he particularly cared for anything, being a robot. He does however enjoy a nice jazz song here or there, he lived like a lower class human, in a run down apartment in one of the worst areas in The Market. He enjoyed sitting back, enjoying his life watching spaceballs or whatever sports over attentive humans engaged in, he enjoys drinking a mixture of oil and a nigh infinitesmly small measurment of alcohol, just to get that real feel. He was low on both because he recently started drinking heavily, he needed to wet his wistle, not that he could wistle. Anyway he needed yet another reason to go to the shithole tipsy sewer. As he walked in, he noticed it was more or less empty besides a bug man, a robot, and a normal chap sitting down. He walked over and spoke, his helmet lighting up as he did so.
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He took a seat adjacent to the others