[Adding to the list of things that Dirk didn't manage to imagine about Dave: that loquaciousness.]

The other version of you left me a lifetime supply of orange juice in the high rise I ended up living in. I thought, I'm in the middle of an ocean full of alien fish, so I might as well complete the experience. Could you pass the tiny wrench on the right?

[Dirk could stretch for it himself... But he's sort of indulging in the novelty of having a brother around to call on for this. Way better than building bots on his own.]

In this case, I'll be installing more processors and a voice box. The droids should be able to ask for clarification, learn from correction, and rap.