Molly: "Oh, no, certainly not. Heheh! The old hag's mindless devotion was always quite hilarious. Seems like, the Master has that sort of effect on those who meet him. We never did, though! So I guess you could say the Rig's relations with him are of a much more, utilitarian nature.

We respect one another's borders, and engage in frequent trade. There were a few, mishaps, at the beggining, but he makes for a good neighbor."

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Molly stops to think.

Molly: "Well. I'm sure we could 'borrow' one of Sally's dirt bikes, or I could try to get the Armbike working again. Though... If, this is as dangerous a proposition as you're saying...

Eh, why not! You two are disposable enough!~ Though, I have yet to get a sample of you, Malia~"

She wiggles her manipulators expectantly, twirling a surgical blade between her fingers.

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Molly's abdomen twitches in a way that somehow suggests BEAMING. She rolls over to another junk pile, digging through discarded parts to find something.

Molly: "It's, very interesting, you see! To make a proper combustion engine- well, it's a complicated process, lots of machining and precise measurements. It can be done, but it requires the oversight of a competent operator, so zombies are right out. A while back, we were thinking of making some sort of, mechanized infantry unit, with lots of bikes, but Kelly couldn't be bothered to spend a month making uh, a hundred engines or two. So, I came up with a replacement idea! It, never worked out exactly as intended, but- Ah, here!"


She pulls out a large, flesh and metal contraption, which you eventually recognise as... Vaguely motorcyle-like. Except, there's only a single wheel in the middle, and the front and back instead bear... Long, clawed arms. Where the fuel tank would be, there's a slightly emaciated torso, connected with corrugated tubing to a pair of fan-operated cyborg lungs. Instead of a headlight, there's a female's head, with firefly-like green tumors and tendrils growing out of its mouth. It groans softly as it is roused from its stupor.

Molly: "...I, think I might have forgotten to feed it for a while, though. So, don't put your hands too close to the headlights! Hm, perhaps she could use some more armor. Let me find some kevlar!"