The Errant Adventures of Trip and Wyl!

[Wyl Staedtler]

The boy nodded, though he was somewhat disappointed.

"Gee, Trip, it sounds like he wasn't real clear." Wyl didn't want to say that the droid had misunderstood the command completely. It might hurt Trip's feelings -- well, alright, that was a silly notion because he knew the unit didn't actually experience emotions, not in the true sense of the concept, but he didn't want to take any chances. He liked Trip.

"Usually 'go away' means that you should leave the room. 'Cause whoever's sayin' it might be grouchy or be doin' important business stuff." A little twist of irritation settled in Wyl's belly; surely Trip's owner had some familiarity with his quirks. This 'Master Amos' guy must've known that Trip would follow the directive to the letter. If he'd intentionally sent the little guy on an endless pilgrimage...

Wyl stood, wincing a bit as the scraped skin at his knee bunched, and squinted down. "C'mon, let's go back to your ship."