Jerry Buddy: “As you can see here,” Loud drilling ensues
Jerry Buddy: “OUR ROBOT IS FULLY CAPABLE OF SHOOTING FRISBEES RIGHT AT ANY REFS THAT GIVE US PENALTIES ANY GOAL WE CHOOSE.” Drilling finishes
Cameraman: “You realize that I’m the head ref, right?” A few seconds later
Pit Announcer over the PA system: “THIS IS A REMINDER, NO RUNNING IN THE PITS. MENTORS ARE NOT EXEMPT.”
Hungry FTA who worked through lunch sees 254’s robot and opens mouth to eat some cheesy poofs: “They look blue like they are starting to mold, but who cares, I’m hungry.” Takes a bite: “Woah, these cheetos might be expired. They are a little on the stale side and have a metallic aftertaste.”
254 student: “That’s our robot. It’s metal and it’s painted blue. If you need food, we can get you some corndogs or mentor bacon, or if you want something else, we can have someone go pick something up from a nearby restaurant for you to eat between matches. Eating a robot is OVERKILL*.”
Reflection in glasses
The person in the dark shirt can guarantee you a great robot with a rookie driver.
The person in the light shirt can guarantee you a bad robot with a veteran driver.