Temporary language loss

I with my other A-3 decided to hitch it in a damaged theatre after we lose contact with the rest of the Alpha-3 Team. If it weren't for the Government's surprise attack on us insurrectionists, Cheboygan would've been captured along our wave. It's been only two weeks since we entered Michigan after they closed the Northern Michigan trail, and now we finally found the cooped-up remainders of the Ohioan and Indianan Government MPs. Still flustered, me mate, Willy, howls:

"By the Rum o' Cap'n Morgan, I can't believe they broke Alpha-3!"

"Yeah, that is crazy Willy... Wait, oh Dutchman! ROCKET!"

And we jumped into theatre before the rocket made contact with the earth, but we were scratched up badly with the flak and shrapnel of the grenade parts of the RPG-round. We barricaded the door behind us with any large objects and further retreated to inspect each other critically. I asked first:

"Anything wrong with you Willy?"

"Nothing that can be seriously harmful to this Robot! Now how about you Rob?"

"Well Willy, talki... talki... well this is awkward, I can't say those -ing verbs Willy."

"Here lemme scan your Robotic-Intelligence quick... Wow, how unlucky that this shrapnel hit your cranium Rob... Well, this is peck [censor noises] easy to fix, wait your RI censors -ing verbs also?!?... Hmm... Know [censor noises] this, I think it will be an easy lingual restoration fix. Hold still Rob!"

"Well get it fixed before GI-Joe comes back to rocket us again."