Well, this is some kind of backwater planet he's washed up on, isn't it? IV can't remember hearing of such a large traveling carnival as this one, but if it's anything at all like the Circuit he's sure it's full of criminals and general no-good nobodies who wouldn't be able to make a living doing any decent business.
And as it stands, he has much higher priorities than messing around in silly circus.
He walks up to the admissions booth, completely ignoring any line that has formed there, and slams his hands on the counter.
"Excuse me, but I need directions to the nearest port of any kind. I need to leave this planet immediately."
The clerk tells him he needs to get back in line, which seems to agitate him. He raises his voice. "Listen, I don't have time for this. I am a prince of the Robot Kingdom, and you will-"
The clerk informs him that they really don't care what he's prince of, but he needs to get in line. Frustrated, IV takes a step back, pointing his arm at the booth, only now it is morphing and changing to be cylindrical, like a large gun.
Prince Robot IV | Saga
And as it stands, he has much higher priorities than messing around in silly circus.
He walks up to the admissions booth, completely ignoring any line that has formed there, and slams his hands on the counter.
"Excuse me, but I need directions to the nearest port of any kind. I need to leave this planet immediately."
The clerk tells him he needs to get back in line, which seems to agitate him. He raises his voice. "Listen, I don't have time for this. I am a prince of the Robot Kingdom, and you will-"
The clerk informs him that they really don't care what he's prince of, but he needs to get in line. Frustrated, IV takes a step back, pointing his arm at the booth, only now it is morphing and changing to be cylindrical, like a large gun.
"Now, tell me where I have to go to leave!"