[god damn, dude, Akira's been protag'ing hard over there. but yeah Dave'll wind his way down to the door, then, and he'll even jabber endlessly along the way. it's just something he does, regardless of whether he has an audience or not, or whether the audience even gives a shit or not. he probably figures it's better than either of them worrying over whether Dave can actually blast down a giant metal wall. sorry, dude!]

[but anyway, did Akira know how completely relentless the robo-janitors here are? it doesn't matter what kind of public art installation you try to set up, the assholes will be there and scrubbing it clean seconds after you're done putting on the finishing touches. and pretty much no medium he's tried is safe.]

[also, he met this one robot who keeps buying up all the weird, often experimental shit he's been rapping up. like a pile of terrible shitty skateboards. he also sold whatever food he made that just came out ... wrong ... he's not a chef, all right? but the guy just handed over the credits while probably having some sort of android aneurysm, because he just kept saying "illogical" over and over again.]

Anyway, if you see a vehicle runnin' entirely on skateboard wheels at the races, that was my fault — oh wait, I think I just found it.

[the door, that is. he gives it an experimental knock.]