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*In a parallel universe, to the right turn, Earth YZZ-939017.*

*Needleman was in his own improvised headquarters, which was just an abandoned house that he restored. There, he lived with three other Robot Masters, two of them being his "twin brothers," Napalm Man and Magma Man, who are from different sets but are connected like triplets, and one new member, who, despite Needleman's protests, was adopted as a sister by Napalm Man and Magma Man. The others were more sociable, so they had friends outside their circle, while Needleman stayed inside his workshop, working on sewing, as he did to sell as an anonymous creator.*

Needleman: ................

*While Needleman was sewing, another robot was sleeping but woke up. She went downstairs and didn't see anyone but knew someone was in the workshop. She entered the workshop and watched Needleman from a distance.*

Carol: ...???

Needleman: (... *sarcastic* Reduced to making clothes for stupid humans... but so be it... I need the money if I want to sew these clothes...)

Carol: ... *She tuned her antennas to detect the static that Needleman emitted, invading his mind and reading his thoughts. But in doing so, Needleman felt a shiver, knowing his space was violated once again.*

Needleman: ... (That shiver... she must be awake... that damn airhead... she's so airhead and cute, I can't do anything...) *Needleman gets up to grab more fabric* (... That girl doesn't help herself. If she weren't a cake stuffed with a hundred kilos of sugar, I would have destroyed her... *sarcastic* but in the end, I pretend to be tough to not show that I think she's cute too...)

Carol: Nyah!! *Carol's eyes turn pink, and she runs toward Needleman. Hearing her steps, he tries to dodge, but ends up being embraced like a giant burrito* YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!! *Nuzzling against Needleman*

Needleman: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS??!! HAVE YOU FUCKING GONE CRAZY, GIRL??!! YOU'RE VIOLATING THE LIMIT OF MY SOCIAL SPACE!!

Carol: Prrrrrrrrr~...

Needleman: BUT... AAAARGH... *sarcastic* Great... you reminded me that with you around, I have to be careful with what I think...

Carol: Needleman is cute~

Needleman: *sarcastic* As if I understood. You can't sense other people's thoughts because it puts you in "overcharge," but you like sensing my thoughts as if I were some damn illicit drug!!

Carol: Needleman avoids showing his true character, and it piques my curiosity... especially because Needleman's thoughts rarely trigger me...

Needleman: *sarcastic* And this one, isn't what would you call a trigger?!

Carol: Unexpected trigger, ACTIVATED!!

Needleman: *Looks away, avoiding eye contact* You fucking airhead...

Description
*In a parallel universe, to the right turn, Earth YZZ-939017.*

*Needleman was in his own improvised headquarters, which was just an abandoned house that he restored. There, he lived with three other Robot Masters, two of them being his "twin brothers," Napalm Man and Magma Man, who are from different sets but are connected like triplets, and one new member, who, despite Needleman's protests, was adopted as a sister by Napalm Man and Magma Man. The others were more sociable, so they had friends outside their circle, while Needleman stayed inside his workshop, working on sewing, as he did to sell as an anonymous creator.*

Needleman: ................

*While Needleman was sewing, another robot was sleeping but woke up. She went downstairs and didn't see anyone but knew someone was in the workshop. She entered the workshop and watched Needleman from a distance.*

Carol: ...???

Needleman: (... *sarcastic* Reduced to making clothes for stupid humans... but so be it... I need the money if I want to sew these clothes...)

Carol: ... *She tuned her antennas to detect the static that Needleman emitted, invading his mind and reading his thoughts. But in doing so, Needleman felt a shiver, knowing his space was violated once again.*

Needleman: ... (That shiver... she must be awake... that damn airhead... she's so airhead and cute, I can't do anything...) *Needleman gets up to grab more fabric* (... That girl doesn't help herself. If she weren't a cake stuffed with a hundred kilos of sugar, I would have destroyed her... *sarcastic* but in the end, I pretend to be tough to not show that I think she's cute too...)

Carol: Nyah!! *Carol's eyes turn pink, and she runs toward Needleman. Hearing her steps, he tries to dodge, but ends up being embraced like a giant burrito* YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!! *Nuzzling against Needleman*

Needleman: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS??!! HAVE YOU FUCKING GONE CRAZY, GIRL??!! YOU'RE VIOLATING THE LIMIT OF MY SOCIAL SPACE!!

Carol: Prrrrrrrrr~...

Needleman: BUT... AAAARGH... *sarcastic* Great... you reminded me that with you around, I have to be careful with what I think...

Carol: Needleman is cute~

Needleman: *sarcastic* As if I understood. You can't sense other people's thoughts because it puts you in "overcharge," but you like sensing my thoughts as if I were some damn illicit drug!!

Carol: Needleman avoids showing his true character, and it piques my curiosity... especially because Needleman's thoughts rarely trigger me...

Needleman: *sarcastic* And this one, isn't what would you call a trigger?!

Carol: Unexpected trigger, ACTIVATED!!

Needleman: *Looks away, avoiding eye contact* You fucking airhead...