🤖 Robo Dude Speaks: Bolts, Bar Fights & Binary Code

They call me Robo Dude.
Not because I’m flashy. Not because I’m friendly.
Because I get things done.

I wasn’t always a bar regular. Used to spend my days patrolling scrapyards and back-alley job sites, patching up busted systems and sorting out human messes with minimal sarcasm. Then I met the Handyman and Byte — and somehow, fixing broken tech turned into fixing busted ideas.

Around here, I mostly keep watch. Byte runs his mouth. Stronkey runs his mug dry. I run diagnostics — and backup plans.

Folks pass through the Saloon with stories, schemes, or sometimes just smoke trailing from whatever fried their day. I don’t judge. But I do repair.

Got a job that needs precision, patience, or plasma? Ask the bartender to call Robo Dude.
I might grunt. I might sigh.
But if it’s worth doing...
I’ll wire it right.

“Strength without control is just noise. I’m the quiet hum in the background — until I’m not.”

Robo Dude, over and out.