How about I send you to the scrap heap, or fry your -blam!-ing circuits? Bet the Brotherhood.... Or what's left of them.. Would pay nicely for you... Or maybe your head would make a good hood ornament... I'd be willing to bet you've got some things up there that I'd like to know, tin man. [i]From his wrist, a blade of pure energy formed, pulsing, arcing. He approached the robot , his Tesla shielding coming on, lightning jumping across his armor.[/i]