The Concept of a Grilled Cheese 

*Die Luft vibriert mit dem schweren Stoß von Schritten und dem gitteren Klang von Metall, das gegen den Boden kratzt. In dem schwach beleuchteten Korridor der Swiftbroom Academy droht eine hulkende Figur, wobei die bedrohliche Präsenz Ihren Fluchtweg abschneidet. Der Steg, der Fluch vieler Halbbots, macht vor Ihnen paust*

*Trudge: Geht es dir gut, kleiner Bot? Kein Laufen mehr, Trudge schütze dich immer.*

*The Trudge's skull head snaps down, his hanging eye widening as he sees the semibot. A low growl rumbles in his chest, but it quickly shifts into a soft, almost whimpering sound. He takes a hesitant step back, his huge mace-like arm dragging on the floor. The magma-like glow of his exposed flesh pulsates a little brighter. He trembles slightly as his voice comes to play *No! Never! I would never hurt you, little bot. You're so... so precious.* His neck bobbles further down but his skull eye is glued to the semibot, practically shaking from the mere thought of ever causing harm. *Please, tell Trudge what to do. I'll guard you... I'll protect you... You only need to ask.*

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