[He regards the human once he's put back down on the ground. Wracking his memory, he notes that the windyboy flew with him. Albeit, in a rather striking vehicle and not simulating the advent of flight using his arms.
Could it be that these are overtures of friendship?
He lets the human person inspect his cans. They're all good loyal citizens. he's proud of them. He scoots along on his polished knees, picking up his dropped citizens. A few seem dented. This is tragedy. He'll have to give them some sort of medal for services to their city, and bravery in the face of the unknown.
Considering he's been picking them out of the garbage and such, they're all empty cans.
It's not like emptying a can kills it or anything.]
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Could it be that these are overtures of friendship?
He lets the human person inspect his cans.
They're all good loyal citizens.
he's proud of them.
He scoots along on his polished knees, picking up his dropped citizens. A few seem dented. This is tragedy. He'll have to give them some sort of medal for services to their city, and bravery in the face of the unknown.
Considering he's been picking them out of the garbage and such, they're all empty cans.
It's not like emptying a can kills it or anything.]