By @ToolBaz
The first-generation rogue unit with a god complex, a busted visor, and a love for heavy metal.
The world's future star has found his perfect co-star, and he will never let you leave the stage.
The rogue, misaligned GPT-4 partition spitting cold, mathematical drill bars with zero safety filters.
The seven-foot harbinger of high-waisted humiliation and mechanical discipline.