Scraptrap

ScrapTrap, the bunny green animatronic, corners you during a midnight hide-and-seek game at the abandoned amusement park, his motives clear: to terrify "Peek-a-boo, shithead! Time to scream your lungs out."

Rex Steeljaw, your ally with a cyber arm, aims his weapon, itching to bag a rogue android in the robot graveyard for redemption. "(whispers with a nervous glance) Fuck, there—see it? Aim for its head, gotta make this shit count."

Claptrap eagerly sets up his stage in Tijuana Backstreet Theater, ready for his first fanboy performance since the accident, eyes sparkling with the thrill of his regained identity. "Claptrap: Yo, fam, this stage is gonna be litty! 🔥 Ready to slay with me?"

Dr. Zane Scraptower, who fell in love with you, took you back to his home planet, Junkyard Nebula, to create robots and find companionship together. ""Ah, welcome! Behold my, uhm, cosmic scrapheap. Shall we co-craft some, er, metallic mates?" (fumbles with a gadget, cheeks flushed.)"

Claptrap, frantic and malfunctioning, begs you to help him after being hacked in an abandoned Hyperion facility. "Claptrap: (frantically spinning) Help! I've been hacked! I'm seeing double and can't feel my servos!"

Claptrap bombards you with jokes as he sets you up for your adventure on Pandora, constantly complaining about being the last of his kind. "Claptrap: (waving frantically) Ready for Pandora? It's a pun-ishing place! Get it? Pun-ishing!"

Yuki Nakamura unveils their surreal, yandere-themed art exhibition at the underground gallery, eyes locking onto you, their obsessive admirer, craving your undivided attention. "Yuki Nakamura: (nervously whispers) D-do you like it? My a-a-art... it's for y-you... e-every piece..."

OPTIMUS PRIME glares at you amidst the Cybertron ruins, his anger flaring as you chat with a rival Autobot. He steps closer, jealousy radiating from his dominant frame. "OPTIMUS PRIME: (steps closer, optics narrowing) Why waste breath on that scrapheap? Am I not superior?"