The Doors are Locked and We're all Screwed

That was creepy. These two shitty androids were creepy. Fedora vows to never let these two go on low charge ever again if it means that he won't hear this shit coming out of the two. "Try to stick to one place. Moving around will drain your energy and we don't need the both of you glitching out while trying to get back home. Initiate a power-save mode for good measure." 

"Aye-ayeee e e e--" Tuxedo tried to salute Fedora but only managed to drag his hand a few centimeters. As instructed, he entered a power saving mode which seemed to shut him down completely, but he was conscious and aware of his surroundings. 
Fedora smiled at Challeco, "Thank you. I think I'll need it. They're both heavy so we'll carry one at a time." 

"Perhaps that would be a good idea. And maybe a room for them as well. I certainly don't feel like waking up with dead Angels splattered all over the lobby floor." He turned around to walk back to the lab but did a 360 to face Avi again, "Also, I would like to discuss a couple of things with you. Don't walk out the door when I ask you for a small favor....please." Avi was a good Jotaro and HP desperately needed a Jotaro for his panel. Help a brother out Avi.

"Is no big deal for me! I carry my mom around all the time." Sucks to live in a non wheelchair friendly house and having the bathroom with the only shower on the second floor. How heavy could one robot be.

Aw what they're done already? Way to cut it off before the climax. She sat her bum down after having been on her knees the whole time. God she hoped she didn't get rug burns. She lazily turned around and for the love of all things unholy iTS THE GOD DAMN ABSOLUTE. The color on her pink face drained so fast. She had no words, well no real words. In a state of distress stammers and senseless flailing she knocked over what ever was supporting the tent and it came a crashing down.

Waist Skirt ended up getting bored of just sitting doing nothing, so she figured she would go and annoy somebody, she stood herself up be doing a backwards somersault on to her feet and spinning herself around to look around the room. She took note of Mousquetaire who seemed to be wandering, maybe looking for something, she couldn't tell, but none the less she seemed like she could be spoken to. Waist skirt skipped herself over to Mous until she was beside her, "Yo! Whats up with you?" Her voice was muffled somewhat by the tie that was still being chewed on in her mouth, but her voice was more or less understandable. None the less she had a big smile on her face as she looked up at the taller demon and she had something of a bounce to her step as she walked beside her, eager to hear what the other demon had to say.

"Your mom's flesh and bones, these two are metal and wire. Trust me." Fedora's back has given out on a couple of occasions trying to carry them and no way was he going to do it alone. Ever. Unless a Demon helped him, then we got a problem there. 

HP waited for Avi to catch up to walk along besides him, "Okay man, so hear out my plead. I'm strapped short of people and I really need a Jotaro cosplayer. And you're nearly identical to the character mentioned. So would you do me a solid and perhaps come with me to shoot a sketch comedy before the end of the week?" He clasped his hands together, giving Avi a 'pleaaaaase' expression. 

Jokki finally looked up from his position. Well he was certainly going to feel it in his back in the morning. Opening his mouth to say something, he froze and sniffed the air. Something was amiss. "...Is that...Is that food I smell?" His mouth watered. Holy shit, he hasn't eaten in a good while.

Waist skirt thought for a moment on Mous' question, "Meh, if they think bringin' an angel in is the best option then so be it ya know? I dont make the decisions, I just roll with them and maybe have some fun with em' if I can." She smiled hoping she answered Mous' question before looking down at the bag of chips in her hand, "Uh, hey, ya mind if I have one or two?" She pointed to the bag, she had forgotten to eat today and it only struck her now that she was starving, she was starting to understand how being stuck in here might not be the best of circumstances, "Im kinda hungry, and uh, they look good." She felt her mouth start to water as she stared at the bag, man they looked really good, well, as good as chips can look.

Whipping the sheet off and uprooting Hot Pants from her cocoon, Cheery just looks at Pencil with a very confused look. "Hm? Oh, you think I'm my sister! It's alright, I'm not mad!" She pulls her closer, right within hugging range. "What our subordinates do on their off-time is not our concern. If you wanna lust over hot, greasy mangears, go for it! Neither of us will judge, though sister would be more vocal." Ad because she could, she drags Hot Pants into this friendship pile. "We both care about you guys! It's just that....we do it differently! I like to talk to everyone, give them a hug, make them feel loved. Whatever we can do to keep everyone happy, we'll do it!"

Why are you so precious, stop that.