Roboticist : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Not you, no!! You're right-handed! Fear grips your mind and gently but firmly juices a wonderful bounty of irrationality.

Roboticist: I'll-- I'll get you a better one! I'll get you a better arm! The best we can make!!
RedGiant: My friend has needs.
RedGiant: The kind where we won't need you around anymore.
RedGiant: She'sa real surgeon.
Roboticist: HHHHK.
Roboticist: The-- The arm--!! I can upgrade-- surgical--
RedGiant: Get me the arm.
RedGiant: Then leave.

Roboticist: Turn on your boss to save your own skin, like the rat bastard you are