[Cambot's just bopping on down a corridor somewhere, when he spots a man looking out the window! He's probably new - his shoulders are squared with tension, and he's patting around his jacket as if looking for concealed weapons that have all mysteriously vanished. The little bot approaches hopefully. New friend?]

[Harvey turns just then, and starts visibly. Short a piece, he settles for jabbing a finger at the offending robot, who cringes back a bit (no friends? D8).] What're you lookin' at? Just what kinda game're you playin' here?

[Harry does not look like a happy camper as Cambot focuses in on him. Perhaps it has something to do with the bats that are flying above his head in a carefully coordinated formation so as to spell out HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Or perhaps it is the comic book in his hand that is titled: The Wiz Kid in LOVER SPACE, picturing him in absurd tights wrestling a man in a blue mask.

Or just maybe it's the exact same figure facing him opposite in the hallway]

'At last foolish Wiz Kid, we meet for our final battle! This time I will crush you once and for all!'

Look, buddy, first I'm pretty clearly not a kid, and if I was I'm pretty sure I wouldn't pick a name that would give third grad bullies a field day. Secondly, we've never met before, and thirdly, if I got taken out by someone who would have gotten turned away from a comic convention for looking too stupid, I'm pretty sure my real enemies would find a way to kill me again just out of sheer wounded pride. So thanks, but no thanks.