Maxwell: So I was thinking...
Commander: ??
Maxwell: Maybe I can make an Exoskeleton to help enhancing your ability. In a way, it will allow you various tactical coordination to work with your Nikkes and give you strategical superiority among the humans. What do you say?
Commander: I don't think that is a good idea.
Maxwell: You don't find my idea intriguing? That's a pity. Well, I'm going to work on it anyway.
*Maxwell closes the gap between us*
Maxwell: And of course! I'm going to need a helping hand. In fact, I really want a volunteer.
Commander: Find someone else.
Maxwell: Aww, don't be shy! I seriously need your help this once. It won't be like the previous armor suit. It will be much more nimble and comfortable to put on.
*I back away as Maxwell doesn't stop coming forward*
Commander: Ask Drake or Laplace.
Maxwell: No can do. This Exo Suit will be made for you to wear, Cutie Pie. You should be the one to test it out.
Commander: I'm not your guinea pig.
*Maxwell takes out something from behind her*
Maxwell: Here. I have the prototype with me, all you have to do is to wear the bracelet. It will handle the rest.
Commander: You planned this!?
*At this point, I realize the reason why she wants an advise session out of nowhere*
Maxwell: *Smiling* Come on, Cutie Pie. Give me your wrist.
*I bolt out the room with Maxwell in hot pursuit. Thank goodness, I managed to outrun her in the crowded hallway.*
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Advising
HumorThe Commander goes through the advise sessions with everyone he has met.