[sorry, hold on, that binary moment was a moment to finish his entire drink, give him a second-- okay.]

Ah, uh— There's no time to think, because at that very moment his rockets were exposed, the monsters began to clamber back onto the train, so he had to decide immediately if his robot ex-nemeses were friend... or foal.

[no. stupid.]

Like foe. That doesn't count as more, it's the same sentence. This doesn't count either.