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Mk.7 was still sauntering about the hanger, making modifications to
his ship.
"God, I'm so BORED!" he said, sighing, and collapsing into the seat of
the Suicidal Insanity.
He looked round at the dozens of people runnng about, before turning
into banana fruitcake, and then phasing through the floor and falling
through to the next level. Some, however, got stuck half way whilst
phasing and began thrashing about in pain, before all dissapearing out
of existence and reappearing in a large conga-line
"Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored,
bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored" Mk.7 muttered to himself.
"Something very strange is going on, and I wish it would happen to me"
He decided to go get a drink, and started firing his bazookoids
wildly, for no reason he could think of, and this did ideed take him
by suprise. It suprised him even further when the shots turned to beer
and arced around to go into his mouth.
He stopped firing when he decided he had enough, and looked around at
the current situation.
It took a few seconds to quite sink in, but he finally realised
everything looked very small, and he was looking down on everything.
He then realised he had completely transformed into a giant battlemech.
A few seconds later, he smiled to himself
"This, could have possibilities"
After a while, he figured out how to control the many, many weapons,
and, on closer inspection, saw that he was crouching.
"Well, I'm not gonna be this big forever; may as well try out being
tall for a change."
Without any more thought on the matter, he stood up.
Depending on your point of view, the following consequence may be
fortunate or unfortunate, but to Mk.7, it was about 50/50.
The celing of the hanger was low enough while he was crouching, but
now that he was standing up, his head was now poking through the floor
of the next level up. No major damage was done, as he seemed to phase
straight though the floor. But the floor seemed to solidify again
instantly, and he had changed back to his original form.
So, he now had from his ankles down embedded into the floor, and
appeared to be in someone's bathroom.
At that point, the shower opened in front of him, and Jenny stepped
out, completely naked, and at a loss for a towel.
She had thought she heard the baby crying, but this was not the case,
and she was now staring down at the virtually 'innocent' little droid
stuck in the ground, who was currently taking many, many pictures with
his in-built camera.
"Mk.7?" asked Jenny, not seeming terribly worried about the situation.
"Uh, yes, miss Bond?"
"I am going to put on some clothes, and you are going to explain what
is going on. I will then pry you from my floor, and you will stand
guard outside my room, and prevent Seymour from entering my room by
any means neccesary."
"Oh? And why will I do this for you?"
"Because if you don't, I'll give this room back to Seymour. Do you
really want to be stuck in Seymour's bathroom?"
Mk.7 thought about this for a few seconds, before insisting he do
whatever Jenny wants.
<tag. Wanna try your luck Seymour?>