Maniacally deranged-sounding case of the giggles. . . . But the additional word is probably too redundant to properly convey how crazy the mech is in general, so the aforementioned description will have to do. In any case, the mech is much too pleased with himself to bode any good for anybody, especially their friends.

As for the black slab, from his stuffed viewpoint, Random doesn't even really see the ominous thing in question until it passes his line of sight. . . . And then he kinda wishes he hadn't. Some bot has some sick taste in art. Random is glad when the procession passes.