PCC: I am not sick of you, Eridan! I still really like you.
PCC: Um, I guess?
PCC: 38O
PCC: Hey! We're the aristocracy. We've got a duty to be weird.
PCC: Hey! We're the aristocracy. We've got a duty to be weird.
PCC: Okay, I am not sick of you, Eridan! I still really like you.
PCC: And then your robot exploded.
PCC: And really, you just don't need me anymore. You are free to do as you wish! We both are.
You're a little macabre though, trying to decipher it immediately.