Location: Sam’s Tavern, Darkstar Dimension
Sam: Though, you lost your son, and losing family does strange things to people. Causes them to do things that they regret out of terrible pain. Even good people.
Kip: This is not what I would choose to do if I had the choice.
Sam: What did you do before you got in trouble?
Kip: I was a technician. I built machines… computers… flying ships… that sort of thing.
Sam: Oh? *laughs* I’m not smart enough to do anything like that! I have enough trouble trying to get my magikmixer to work. *picks it up*
Kip: It’s not about smarts. It’s about passion… and understanding the machine, like understanding people… *glazed over look*
Kip: Of course, that doesn’t mean that machines don’t need a kick or two. But even people need that sometimes.