Jamison's eyebrows shoot up-- and he laughs again, a crescendo, slapping his knee comically.

"Holy dooly, I've gotta be dreamin'! There's no way a fuckin' toaster oven just showed up in my room, after I tried to kill it, and is tryin' ta fuck me!" His laughter is mad, manic, it swells to fill the room entirely, crackling and breaking against the walls. He has no idea how serious the bot is... but he breaks into a wicked grin, fangs and fire, his posture shifting to push his narrow hips forward.

"Awright, then! Let's see what you've got! Hey, if nothin' else, maybe it'll be a step up from them blow-up dolls with all the holes in 'em!"

Not that he has much use for those anyway.