Bobby walks in, sniffing the air, smelling something craven, slovenly and unkempt. He looks over at the rubble.

Charlie? Oh, holy cow!

Bobby runs in, so startled he didn't even cuss, and Bobbybombs RoboGravy! The armor shatters, and inside, we see, stark naked and very moist, Michael Graves. Graves stands up, almost unphased by the Bobbybomb, cupping his gonads in a way to hide them, and slinks off. Was becoming a robot all a ruse? TUNE INTO WARFARE TO FIND OUT! Bobby turns to Mark.

Uh, buddy, lying in that tanning bed without having a shower, you're smelling a little Charlie right now. Why don't you go have a bath, that tan is something but you're developing dreads. In your beard. That's like eating out of an asshole every meal. People are looking, seriously, soap and water and some fresh skivies.

Bobby securely unplugs the tanning bed from the wall, removing the threat of fire.

You're like a smelly little panini right now.