Watches the robots rolling and trotting about from on top of the base.
"…I think I’m going to fuck robot."
Alfonsbot chirped at that, looking at the Spy in confusion. “What does that mean?”
Stanislav jerked up then and quickly turned his head at the little robot. “…Nothing. I… Coughed. Eet just sounded like vord to you.” He murmured before glaring down at the robots with dark eyes. “… They vould cut off dick anyvays.”
"Cut off dicks? Why are they killing people named Richard?" Alfonsbot asked, rolling up to "stand" beside the Spy.
Stanislav simply stared at the ground.
"For moment I almost forgot you are Alfons robot. You poor thing." He sighs softly, plucking his cigarette from his lips and flicking it down below. "Oh Alfons… I have not felt intimacy in so long, even metallic covers of man made machinery looks good to me. I am I feel myself vaisting avay from lack of sexual stimulation."
"Sexual stimulation…Oh! I had that once! A Medic grabbed me and brought me to his room and he forced me to stand still while he squirted white oil onto my face!" he said, hopping a little on his wheel at the memory.
"Do you wish to do this?" he asked.
Stanislav nearly broke his own neck with how quickly he turned to look at the robot. What- What did he just say…!?
"Excuse me?" He forced out after a moment, eyes fixed on the little robot in absolute shock. "Who?"