Raye still couldn't say she was totally sold on the whole plastic robot fight thing, but it wasn't like she was doing anything else besides sitting around feeling like she was growing moss. So it's not terribly long before the telltale sound of Raye's motorcycle roars up to the building housing the apartment Amy and Saretha shared.

A few moments later and she was inside, studying the model in one hand and munching on one of those thoughtfully prepared snacks with the other.

"... It's just a chunk of plastic." She muttered, turning the tiny robot around in her hand.