"Noooo..." Axl blinked at Fionna confusedly. Wasn't it obvious he was a reploid..?

"I'm a reploid-- a, uh, really advanced robot, I guess. I've never gotten so messed up I had to be rebuilt, not that people haven't tried. Um..."

He sort of grinned, more out of embarrassment than anything, and rubbed his hand over the back of his helmet where the scruff of his spiky hair emerged while he tried for words. The Fleet guys hadn't been happy to see him either if that creepy awakening was any indication, but Fionna had seemed cool.

"Is that weird?"