User blog comment:The Reptile King/The Battlefield/@comment-27550231-20200511032616/@comment-27550231-20200515171133

As the rag clad BTR fell to the to ground he was immediately set upon by a surge of maids tending to his wounds and knitting him a handsome black suit in seconds. In the time it took him to be lifted from the ground he was washed, clothed and groomed, his hair slicked back and perfumed.

B2: "That was uncalled for."

The armored BTR, still clinging to REP, looked up at his friend as tears streamed out from his helmets eye slits.

B1: "B-BAKA! I'm not stealing maids! I asked you to send me maids that wanted to join me! You were so eager to fight that you took my passion as animosity!"

The army of maids nodded in agreement at their master's words while others cried at the beautiful display of friendship unfurling before them. In the background the musical maids changed their tone to a lighthearted orchestra accompanied by a lightly pitched piano.

B1: "Are you still mad? Will you help us old friend?"