 Site 19's cafeteria rumbled super loudly for no apparent reason, and everyone looked up to see the majesty of one Dr. Charles Ogdengears and his super-sized beloved pet Gekko, riding into the room just like in novels with the horses. Hello everyone, Dr. Charles Ogdengears monotoned in a bored fashion. He couldn't fathom why everyone looked at him with jaw as a gape, because it was hard to understand people and their silly emotions. He took one brave soul to speak up amongst all the other bystanders. What the fuck do you think you're doing? Said Troy Lament, embarrassed to see his boss in such an unbecoming manner. I was taking my beloved pet Gekko out for a walk. I failed to see the issue as I will return him on time to his cell as per protocol 5.6 subsection. You can't just take that monstrosity out of its cage! It'll eat us all! Lament said as he threw his arms out in the air as a sign of frustration. He never took his mentor to be a madman, and the simple shrugged Dr. Charles Ogdengears gave him made him even more angry. He glared at 682, who stared back deep in the eyes of Lament. For a second, he felt his soul falling, pierced by the lightning of 682's non-human hatred for mankind. I will end you and humanity. You are all disgusting creatures. I shall be trampled under my feet, you worm. Now now Betsy, I realize you are hungry, but do not get carried away. I will provide you with your favorite D-classes when we finish walking. Dr. Charles Ogdengears leaned over and pet Betsy on the head, who grumbled a deep 120 decibel grumble of indifference. Look, I love you Gears, no homo, but this is just ludicrous. I can't expect you to do this. You're not even following proper etiquette for SCP walking. I have to report this to head security. Lament said as he threw down his roast turkey, liver-flavored onion, steak, and radish calzone with a side of refried black beans his ex-girlfriend made for him to the floor. The contents of the food spilling everywhere. This was the final straw. He would not have any more of it. Who cares if some dubbed janitor had to clean up this mess? He had to get someone to clean up the most important mess in justice. I am afraid I can't let you do that right now, Lament. Dr. Charles Ogdengears stared down Lament, and for the second time, Lament felt a piercing in his eyes and souls. It wasn't the same as Betsy the Geckos this time. It felt more cold. It felt more sinister in a calculated way, like Dr. Charles Ogdengears wasn't fucking around. Was he starting to… feel? Undifferent man's emotions were the most dangerous, as all it took was one wrong move before your life was destroyed, especially since Lament swore at times to anyone who would want to listen to him that Dr. Charles Ogdengears was an insane robot. But this proved it. Underneath, Dr. Charles Ogdengears was a robot. This had to be it. Verse 682, then 106, and then he'd take over the whole foundation and who would stop him? The church? They must have been his allies and planned this. Someone coughed in the background and Lament spun around, a sudden fearful look in his bloodshot eyes. You! You must be working with him! What you planning this breach? Lament said as he pointed at the man. The kid cried, scared of the strange and transformed man going on a rant in a perfectly normal circumstance. Lament spun back around and glared at Dr. Charles Ogdengears. You won't take over! I'll stop you, Gears! With that said, Lament stormed to the exit before approaching a horde of cockatrices, piercing his eyes for the third time. Fuck! It was too late to look away, as his body hearted and slowly turned to stone. As he underwent rigamortice, the final thoughts he said aloud were, damn you, Gears! Now I'll never take the place of- and then he turned to rock. The audience was quiet again, afraid to do anything. No one knew how to react. The new Lament statue having been erected in the cafeteria is a grim reminder of the battle of the egos. 682 stopped towards the statue, licking it like a lollipop. What a disgusting flavor. Human. One brave individual got up and shook nervously, unsure on what to say. Um, Gears? He stuttered shyly. Yes, my new protisserie. Can I join you in your walk? I- I have something I think you and 682 would like. He held out a bomb with the fuse ticking down, and everyone screamed and bolted out of the exits over the cockatrices. Of course. This gift is an acceptable present for us. What is your name, protisserie? D- Dr. Iceberg! He shook even more, more nervous. Dr. Charles Audgengears didn't smile, but Iceberg was sure he heard a chuckle and grin come out of him. Of course. Approach Betsy and she will give you a ride. He nodded and cautiously approached the creature, careful as to how to react. He stood there for a minute before deducing it was okay and put a hand on her to climb up to Gears. Suddenly, 682 bit Iceberg's head off and threw the body up to Charles Audgengears, and the bomb to the wall. It blew up, leading to outside. Hurry it up, you disgusting filth. I wish to take my nap later. Of course, my beloved Gecko. Dr. Charles Audgengears murmured in a motton voice as he sweetly cradled Iceberg's body without a hint of emotion on his face. Good. Let us go before I satisfy my hunger with you. Dr. Charles Audgengears, Betsy, Iceberg's body, and the cockatries marched out into the desert, enjoying the sunset as they walked.