These are the Bots/Transcript

(missing: ICU-P's greeting to Jack2)

(Approaching)

ICU-P: I told you this was a terrible idea!

RT-FC: (beeping)


 * ICU-P (to Athena): A noble warrior lady -- thank goodness! My friend and I have been sent by our mistress to deliver a message of vital importance to Toby Van Adobe. Our craft crash-landed however, and we need an escort to ensure our safe passage.
 * ICU-P (to Wilhelm): A strange, brutish machine-man -- uh, don't rob us! My friend and I have been sent by our mistress to deliver a message of vital importance to Toby Van Adobe. Our craft crash-landed however, and we need an escort to ensure our safe passage.
 * ICU-P (to Nisha): A female lawbringer -- thank goodness! My friend and I have been sent by our mistress to deliver a message of vital importance to Toby Van Adobe. Our craft crash-landed however, and we need an escort to ensure our safe passage.
 * ICU-P (to Claptrap): A noble warrior bot! No doubt a veteran from the Foam Wars! My friend and I have been sent by our mistress to deliver a message of vital importance to Toby Van Adobe. Our craft crash-landed however, and we need an escort to ensure our safe passage.
 * ICU-P (to Jack2): (missing)
 * ICU-P (to Aurelia): Oh, thank goodness! My friend and I have been sent by our mistress to deliver a message of vital importance to Toby Van Adobe. Our craft crash-landed however, and we need an escort to ensure our safe passage.

RT-FC: (beeping)

ICU-P: Not that kind of passage! Will you help us, Vault Hunter?

(Accept mission)

ICU-P: Wonderful! You will be suitably paid, of course. I cannot stress how vital our mission is!

RT-FC: (beeping)

(Intermittently and randomly, ICU-P will say the following after RT-FC beeping)

ICU-P: How dare you?! Wash your voice processor out with disinfectant, you foul excuse for a robot!

ICU-P: Outrageous! No wonder she removed your main speech circuit!

ICU-P: Yes! I couldn't agree more!

ICU-P: You most certainly can't! That is both illegal and anatomically impossible. Thank goodness.

ICU-P: Of course -- follow me!

ICU-P: I told you this was a terrible idea!

ICU-P: Well I don't know where you learned such gusset-ridden sailor talk, but you should know that is -- anatomically -- quite impossible!

(Entering battle)

ICU-P: Oh. Well, that IS a turn up -- and not at all what I had in mind!

(After battle)

They were ghastly! Thank goodness you're so, uh, protective! We're nearly there! We simply mustn't give up now!

(Approaching Toby Van Adobe)

Toby Van Adobe: What's this? Bots and a Vault Hunter?

ICU-P: Sir, we were sent to find Toby Van Adobe. Is that you?!

Her Snootiness: Is this thing recording? You did it again, skag-for-brains! You left with my torkpetal exfoliating scrub! YOu know I totes depend on it and absatively can't get any more, as only three bottles exist in the whole universe! I need to get ready to go out -- screw you, Toby Van Adobe, you've got my only soap!

Toby Van Adobe: Oh, that's what that was. I used the last of it up just now.

RT-FC: (beeping)

ICU-P: What's that? She found the other two bottles just before we left and this whole trip was for nothing?!

RT-FC: (quick beeps)

ICU-P: I... I... Well, it got us out of the ship, I suppose. This is terribly embarrassing, but we can't pay you.

RT-FC: (beeping)

ICU-P: Yes! I couldn't agree more!

(Turn in)

Toby Van Adobe: How rude. In that case, I have something for your troubles.