If one familiar with HK had been there, they would have recognized his happily morbid tone instantly. "Statement: Thank you, meatbag! I may be missing all of my usual tools for such things, but..." He examined the writing utensil in his hand. Violent thoughts ran through his mind. "I do believe I could make do with what I have here." There were so many places on meatbag bodies that simply needed pressure applied to produce pain. A small, blunt point could produce some very interesting results when stabbed into those spots.

HK nearly smiled again. "Query: Shall we continue on?"