More importantly, how do you handle the funeral of someone you’re not attached to when they’re attending?
Barricade had no clue (hah) what had compelled the program to ask him to give a eulogy over his… cubes. Ugh. Humans couldn’t even find a way to make their machines die in a useful way. How were you supposed to dismember a bunch of physical pixels for parts? At least he could strip Cybertronian bodies for everything they were worth to save a few lives later.
And why would Clu ask him to do it? After that EMP business, this was almost an insult. Ah, well. He’d do his best.
The dead were attending, after all.
The pixels had all fit snugly into a shoebox, which fit snugly into the hole that had been dug in one of the garden zones. And Barricade tried to think. He did.
All he came up with were song lyrics. Frag. Might as well. Just. Keep the unflattering parts to himself. True as they might be…
“Standing above the crowd, he had a voice that was strong and loud, we’ll miss him. You took a stand on every little thing and so loud. You sure could yell.”
Barricade and Clu 70. BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR...
"Eulogy" - Tool
How exactly do you handle a funeral for yourself?
More importantly, how do you handle the funeral of someone you’re not attached to when they’re attending?
Barricade had no clue (hah) what had compelled the program to ask him to give a eulogy over his… cubes. Ugh. Humans couldn’t even find a way to make their machines die in a useful way. How were you supposed to dismember a bunch of physical pixels for parts? At least he could strip Cybertronian bodies for everything they were worth to save a few lives later.
And why would Clu ask him to do it? After that EMP business, this was almost an insult. Ah, well. He’d do his best.
The dead were attending, after all.
The pixels had all fit snugly into a shoebox, which fit snugly into the hole that had been dug in one of the garden zones. And Barricade tried to think. He did.
All he came up with were song lyrics. Frag. Might as well. Just. Keep the unflattering parts to himself. True as they might be…
“Standing above the crowd, he had a voice that was strong and loud, we’ll miss him. You took a stand on every little thing and so loud. You sure could yell.”
No one ever said he had to do it well.