As a wise man once said, one does not get into an argument with a seven foot tall cyborg. Canderous is not that man.

"Like hell I was." He crosses his arms, drawing up to his full height, and stares down at it's "face", only to realise that it has actual, curiously organic eyes, and blistered skin beneath it. His own eyes narrow, radiating surprise.

"What are you?" he asks, blunt.