NARRATOR: Oisri Dig Base, Medical Wing, Quarantine Two...
TAILOR: Sergeant, I'm ready for you to test the armored waldo.
SCHLOCK: It looks like a clunky tentacle.
TAILOR: Very astute. "Tentacle" is the closest metaphor for the manner in which you're accustomed to thinking about the "limbs" you sprout at will.
TAILOR: Instead of attempting to armor one of your limbs, which would restrict motion and provide a plethora of break-points, I've built an armored limb with the amorph peripheral protocol programmed into the control cup.
SCHLOCK: I can make a better tentacle than this any time I need one.
TAILOR: And when you lose it to enemy fire during combat?
SCHLOCK: I'll grow another one.
TAILOR: Someone here is missing the point of "armor."