Claimed by the Alphas
There’s a reason why I have a modified chainsaw and loads of pretty little toys hidden all over the woods.
The corner of Rahg’s mouth twitches upward, but he has enough decency to try to hide the smile and turn around instead of still looking at me. “Well, you are human, even if only partially, therefore I think calling you humanoid is the best choice.”
“No, you idiot,” I hiss and quickly step closer to flick Ragh’s forehead. “Humanoids are the undead who eat flesh and brains. Wait, no, those were the goddamn zombies. Robots, right, you’re talking about robots who look like humans but aren’t at all. Honestly, they probably could still eat brains if they wanted to, but that’s a discussion for
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