Connor kicked his legs and a flash of annoyance crossed his face. "Hank!"

Of all the places he could've been put, it was in the trash can right outside the police department. Thirium leaked down his head and he was missing a hand.

"Ah, look at that. Right where you belong," Gavin crowed as he walked past with a cup of coffee. "Nice work, tin man."

"I understand you enjoy our bromance," Connor began sarcastically, looking up at him. "But I need help right now. Where is Hank?"

"Don't know, dipsh*t." He chugged his coffee. Connor frowned up at him and kicked his legs again. Gavin shook his head, chuckling to himself. "Wait, wait, wait -- " He snapped a photo and Connor tried to push himself out, to no avail.

"Alright, have fun, Oscar," Gavin crooned as he smirked over his shoulder and walked through the front door.

"Well, that was incredibly helpful," Connor murmured. He did a quick scan and tried to decide the best course of action. He rocked the trash can and it tipped over with a crash.

"Hank?" He tried again to call out, grimacing as he attempted to shuffle out of the trash.

Hank walked up to the front of the police department and stopped when he spotted a pair of legs in a tipped over trash can. He sighed and ducked his head, then rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Connor, what the hell are you doing?"

"Ah, Lieutenant," Connor said amicably, rolling the can a little as he tried to move some more. "I'm in a bit of trouble."

"I noticed," Hank said dryly. Muttering to himself, he picked up the trash can and set it upright, then looked down at him. Connor waved his stumped hand and attempted a smile.

"I could use a hand, Lieutenant."

Hank stared at him blankly, then snorted and looked away. "Christ," he scoffed. "F*ckin' androids getting tossed in the f*ckin' trash -- "

"Detective Reed came by, and relished in our, as you would put it, trash talk," Connor continued. Hank groaned and closed his eyes, shaking his head.

"Connor, I will leave your ass where it belongs," Hank threatened. Connor raised his hand in surrender and smiled innocently.

"Got it."

Hank shook his head, still muttering, as he tugged Connor's legs. Since that didn't work, he took his hand and yanked him out, sending Connor sprawling to the ground. "Jesus, you're heavy," Hank panted, straightening up. Connor stood and brushed himself off, fixed his jacket and straightened his tie.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," he spoke, tilting his head at him. Hank grumbled and shook him off.

"You're covered in garbage, go clean yourself up."

"No need to be so crabby," Connor said as he studied the stump, calculating what component he needed.

"What? Was that another pun?" Hank narrowed his eyes and stepped closer. Connor smiled a little.

"Yes."

Hank snorted and walked into the police department. Connor followed him.

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Short but I just wanted Connor making lame puns. (Note: the crab pun, did you get it?)