"Drone operational," says Brayden in a monotone voice.
"Real funny," laughs Callum.
"What is funny?" Brayden asks in the same monotone voice.
"Cut it out."
"Cut what out?"
"Dude. This isn't funny! You're starting to scare me."
"A drone's purpose is to comfort, not scare."
"Brayden!" Yells Callum angrily. Brayden stares back blankly. Unmoved by the yelling.
"What's 52x52?" Callum sighs.
"2704," Brayden replies instantly, still monotone.
"Brayden. You fucking idiot!" Shouts Callum, "You turned yourself into a fucking drone!"
"Fucking drone?" Says the drone confused, "I can perform such acts."
"What? No.... Just...fuck off for now... Give me time to think."
"Understood," replies Brayden drone as he walks out the bedroom.
"What the hell do I do now?"
Callum sighs and lays down on the bed. His mind going crazy from everything. The sight of his dronified friend doesn't help. His perfect body so clearly defined by a black, shinny rubber skin.
"No," Callum fights himself, "I've got to find a way to make him normal again... before me.."