[Rex, in his curiously baffled state, is trying to understand the terms here. To cooperate with Invincible would mean to draw a truce with him, his arch nemesis. But, is it really fair to call him an arch nemesis when the guy could just smite him if he wanted? Wow! And that's fucking unfair too! Rex Splode is supposed to be the smiter. With. You know! Explosions.

But there is also the fact that in the span of Rex's eighteen years of questionable decision making, fear, tragedy, and selfishness... He has actually yet to make a real friend his own age. For the longest time, he didn't think he needed one. Who needs friends when you're dating someone as beautiful and wonderful as Samantha Eve Wilkins?

A strong girl with a soft heart.

A heart that Rex has now broken.]

'S not like I've got anywhere else to be. Y'know, it used to be my worst nightmare? But now I hope Robot chipped me when I was passed out drunk in HQ. The guy may be a genius, but he's also a big ol' creep! Then again, maybe it's the green-eyed robo-glare. The whole not blinking thing? Weird. A. FUCKING. EFF!!!

[Rex says all of this, but-]

Still the love the guy, though. Zany-ass.

[Robot, unfortunately, is the closest thing Rex has to a best friend. And right now... The hotheaded superhero still thinks the guy is an actual Robot.]

He's also mad thirsty for a dude who's made of nuts and bolts. He's a regular ol' dickless dickhead. You know, I've been tryin' to see if he'll date the toaster? But he gets really, really mad every time I suggest it to him. I'm not kidding, okay!

Actually, that's a lie. I'm, like, totally kidding at least half of the time.