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"You’re still building robots," Wash observed from the side of the base. Sarge shrugged at the new visitor, the only "blue" he could tolerate on his property. "Why?"
"Well, I got all these spare parts," Sarge said easily.
"Spare parts? I think Lopez said he could have upgraded your jeep if you weren’t dead set on your…your project.” Wash wasn’t sure what made him hesitate, what made him censor the colorful and descriptive Spanish the robot had actually used. Yet Sarge seemed married to the idea that Lopez is like a son to him, so it seemed right, seemed like the right thing to do.
Better late than never.
"Caboose asked me to," Sarge expanded. "Besides, when that blue fella and his girlfriend come back, they better not try and steal my robot again."
"The Alpha isn’t coming back," Wash said firmly.
Sarge just turned with a small smile. “Son,” he said, “I’ve been trying to kill that team for nine years. Trust me. He’ll come back.”
Wash thought about trying to explain how impossible all of that is, but he knew Sarge was a man of conviction and saw it’d be a losing battle. Instead, he just said, “well, do you need any help?”