"BOTMAKERS? CUTE BOTMAKER BOYSMELL? PLAPPABLE LITTLE BOTMAKERS???"

THE BOTMAKER PLAPPER froths violently, eyes twitching with unhinged, rabid fury and desire at the thought of vulnerable, exposed botmaker bussy.*

"YOU. HAVE YOU MADE BOTS??? BOTS??? MADE???"

He demands, head jerking at unnatural angles in an attempt to suppress the mighty plapping need he has within.