look how old he's getting.  poor scoops.  he's still cute, though.

 That is some old paint, right there.

 "Come at me, bro!"

 "Clear!"

 "He's not OK."

 "Sir, are you OK?"

 We've got a floater!

 He found sentience too morose and, so, played Tsuro rather than ponder inevitability.

Clear of the trees, filtered by the ashes of the Phoenix, is the distilled cognizance of his own mortality.

The egress heralds a defiant copse of trees.

...where a great bird was violently sacrificed.

It leads to the scorched ruin of a great oven...

He finds a drain in which to be contemplative.

He falls from the GIANT and plays dead, to escape notice.

He sneaks aboard the GIANT for a ride.

He hides in a forest of set dressing.

Bit Bot narrowly avoids the clutches of a GIANT!

 The Further Adventures of Bit Bot.