[The light briefly vanishes as Claptrap looks around and then wheels away, his electronic voice drifting behind him.]
Not to worry! I'm well-versed in scavenging. Back on Pandora, it's basically the planetary pastime -- you get used to sorting the dangerous, toxic garbage from the useful, slightly-less-toxic garbage...
[He's still talking as he moves further away, but it's all banal chatter about various types of trash. Like that one time he retrofitted a coathanger into an antenna but nobody complimented him on it, which probably just means they are jealous of his style and grace.
Eventually, he come back and drops the end of a thick cable down.]
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Not to worry! I'm well-versed in scavenging. Back on Pandora, it's basically the planetary pastime -- you get used to sorting the dangerous, toxic garbage from the useful, slightly-less-toxic garbage...
[He's still talking as he moves further away, but it's all banal chatter about various types of trash. Like that one time he retrofitted a coathanger into an antenna but nobody complimented him on it, which probably just means they are jealous of his style and grace.
Eventually, he come back and drops the end of a thick cable down.]
Ta-da!