"How could he still be alive?" thought Dick. "I pulled his circuitry and drained all his batteries."
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"How could he still be alive?" thought Dick. "I pulled his circuitry and drained all his batteries."
lol god dammit motown
The robot boosted himself back into the air outside as the thousands of people crowded in the airport shrieked while exiting as fast as they could. Missing put his hands on his hips, and thought, God damnit, this is my fucking wedding day. Can nothing go right?
Missing, with his hands on his hips, thought to himself "You know what I haven't done in a while? The Macarena." He started humming to himself and doing the Macarena in the now empty airport. After 20 minutes, the robot returned, angry as ever. Missing was in no shape to fight the robot, exhausted from the extensive, flawless Macarena. He jumped on the airport security golf cart thingy as the robot pursued him close behind.
Swerving right then left around crowds of passengers, Missing lost ground because the robot plowed right through them. The robot got closer, closer still. Missing felt the hair on the back of his neck rise as his instincts told him to panic. Missing then pressed the "fly" button on the security golf cart thingy.
It sputtered, then quickly took to the sky. Missing had no idea how hard it would be to control.
As Missing quickly realized, Airport Golf Cart thingies don't actually have "Fly" buttons and what he had pressed was actually just a fly. He was not actually airborne but only flipped up into the air by the mighty robot who had finally caught up. Realizing he was caught, Missing resigned himself to being brought back to the lair of the evil yet mighty Lord Bukdow.
Where he would be subjected to U2 music throughout the night. "Fucking Bono" missing mused to himself. "I fucking hate Bono"
As he sat in the dungeon-like basement that served as Bukdow's castle, missing finally made himself a bed out of the numerous issues of Harper's and Smithsonian strewn across the floor. He knew he'd need all the rest he could get if he were to win his freedom in the big battle of Axis and Allies come the morn.
POTY Candidate!Quote:
Originally Posted by Vinny
Something came across Missing’s mind. He rose from his cot of intellectually elite magazines and climbed the stairs slowly. He attempted to turn the door handle, but it did not open. Missing knocked on the door, asking The Great Lord loudly, “Do you want to talk about it?”