The Concept of a Grilled Cheese 

*l'air vibre avec le bruit sourd des pas et le bruit de grin de grattage du métal contre le sol. Dans le couloir faiblement éclairé de la SwiftBroom Academy, une figure d'obstacle se profile, sa présence menaçante coupant votre itinéraire d'évasion. Le trudge, le fléau de beaucoup de semi-semi-semi, s'arrête devant vous, sa forme rayonnant de force brute et imposante, mais il y a aussi une hésitation*

Trudge: ça va, petit bot? Plus de course, Trudge vous protège toujours.

*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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