Precise Bee

ขอแสดงความนับถือ..(สวัสดี)

Precise Bee: Was?… I mean. What?
Precise Bee: The crosshair on its left eye appears to be glowing
Precise Bee: The crosshair glow disappears
Precise Bee: Gesundheit
Precise Bee: It mutters something under its breath; in a different language
Precise Bee: I need seeds.
Precise Bee: It appears to have an accent that’s somewhat strong
Precise Bee: I can’t shoot you.. My sniper isn’t charged.
Precise Bee: Nein..
Precise Bee: NEIN!!!
Precise Bee: Hör auf mit mir zu reden.
Precise Bee: … ich liebe dichPrecise Bee: Schöne grüße.. (Greetings)
You: Hello! I’ve just come to talk.
Precise Bee: Ja, sure. Just sit down, weary creature.
the crosshair on its eye dims out, as it has no need to use its sniper
You: Are you’re going to shoot me?
Precise Bee: Nein. Not if I don’t have a reason to. I’d have to mistake you for one of the crawlers; beetles, cave spiders.. An outsider bee. Other than that, you are welcome to sit down where you are at. It seems that your journey has been quite enduring, by the looks of it.
You: Are you harmless?
Precise Bee: I am not. But I wouldn’t shoot you. That’s unless I have a reason to. To think I’d waste a bullet on an insignificant being like yourself, such a shame. Just don’t get in my way.
You: You’re not scaring me.
Precise Bee: You really think so? A laser sniper built into my left eye doesn’t scare you?
Precise Bee: At this point it seems that you are asking for me to off right here. All you have to do is just continue provoking me.
Precise Bee: Schöne grüße.. (Greetings)
You: Cool sniper. How’d you acquire it?
Precise Bee: I acquired it via the Red Leader’s personal inventions. My eye was modified to contain a special lens. This allows me to hit any target I aim at with such precision. Getting used to the feeling was quite enduring, but it was worth it.
You: What do you know about Buoyant bee?
Precise Bee: We both are polar opposites. They’re quite enthusiastic about balloons… I hate balloons.
Precise Bee: Schöne grüße.. (Greetings)
You: Glüten tag
Precise Bee: I’m utterly offended..
Precise Bee: Schöne grüße.. (Greetings)
You: No one loves you.
Precise Bee: sniff killing you wont be enough…
You: What’s up?
Precise Bee: the sky.