Catching up with the Chucksome

Who: Barf Chucksome
When: After getting back to Blue Dwarf
Where: With the Mining Insurance Company and Blue Dwarf Insurance Company as they
discuss Dent.
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"Well I think he looks good as a bunny!" argued the man from the Blue Dwarf Insurance
Company. "If anything he benifited from all this."
"Excuse me," Dent tried to say in between the arguement going on.
"That's hardly the point," retorted the man from the Mining Insurance Company. "There
still needs to be due compensation from whoever is responsible."
"Yeah, that's what she said," muttered the B.D.I. Co.
"What'd you say?" asked the M.I. Co.
"HEY!" Barf interupted the arguement. This was mainly due to the fact that he had grown
so anoyed with the arguement of these two that he began only hearing their conversation
as "Blah blah blah, blahblah blah!" So, he decided to try and come up with a middle
ground, "Why don't we ask Dent what is more suitable for him?"
"Thank you Barf," Dent said. "Now, I would like to not be a bunny, but I would like to have
the cool weapons here along with my usual set of tools I'm suppose to have."
"Okay," B.D.I. Co. said. "Who pays for it?"
"The responsible party, of course," M.I. Co. answered.
"Listen," Barf said, trying to stop a beginning fight. "Like I've been trying to tell you guys
all day, it was both party's fault, and it's going to be paid for through half of Mining
Insurance and half of Blue Dwarf Insurance."
"Oh, why didn't you say that in the first place?" asked the B.D.I. Co.
Barf had the urge to punch that guy in the face, but luckily Dent said, "Just let it go, it's not
worth it."
After everything was settled, Dent's makeover began. While this was happening, Barf
decided to head over to the bar. He was still not very used to this place, seeing as he had
to be transferred not too long after he arrived. Maybe this place was more trouble than he
had anticipated. It certainly wasn't any sort of vacation.
Suddenly, something tingled inside Barf's mind (Danger), and it began pulling him toward
some unknown place. It wasn't long until he stopped in front of a door. In his mind, this
seemed impractical because the danger was quite a group of baddies. So, there's no way
the door was unlocked. Besides, he could use some help- No, his sense would not let him
budge until he went through that door one way or an other. Barf then made a long sigh
before he tried to open the door the practical way. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked
and he was able to walk right in. The room was dark, but not empty. Barf could make out
at least five figures.
"I thought I told you to lock the door," spoke on of the figures.
"I honestly thought I did," spoke another.
"Oh, just zap him, and we'll deal with him later."
Feeling a slight pain, Barf was down for the count.
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Where: Somewhere.
When: Sometime.
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Barf woke up to not only a spliting head ache, but also tears he was holding back so not to
give the enemy any bright ideas as they were watching struggling to release from being
tied to a chair. There was at least one enemy here watching him, the others were
elsewhere. As Barf continued to struggle in this dark room, a voice began to laugh.
"Oh, Barf, so like you," said a familiar voice. "Always putting yourself in danger's way."
"You seem to know my job discription," Barf said.
"Indeed," said the voice, "and I know a great deal more."
There was just something about that voice Barf couldn't put his finger, something
freakishly familiar. Then, as Barf still struggled, a small light came on and revealed a face
he knew all too well: He was once a doctor in the Mining Company, but he went psycho
and started turning all the equipment against all the workers. Luckily, Barf was able to
stop him before things got worse. Too bad the boss' trophey had to get shattered in the
process.
"Dr. Norbin," Barf said.
"Nice to know you remember me, Barf," the doctor said. "You'll never guess how I
escaped."
"Let me guess, you turned all the machinery against everyone," Barf said with an
unsurprising tone.
"That's what I like about you Barf, always clever. And I suppose you can guess what I'm
doing to Blue Dwarf now."
"Well, let me take a shot: Upon your arrival of Blue Dwarf, no doubt looking for me, you
noticed there was a robot you could tinker with, which is now Mk 10. While you were
secretly working out the kinks, while healing everyone's cold, you saw that the captain had
decided to make a risky move to save his crew members from a sticky situation, which you
noticed I was apart of, so you decided to send some blood sucking lawyers that don't give
a damn about guilty or not guilty to come and try to take Blue Dwarf away to a compound.
All the while Mk 10 is given his personality back, triggering the bug you planted to cause
him to go rogue and make all the other shit on this ship to go against everyone. And
you're probably still mad Dent is untouchable to you. Am I missing anything?"
"You must be all riled up Barf," the doctor said. "It's all correct, but you are missing a few
minor details, if you could call them minor. See, while I was here, I also made some super
clones of myself and upped my genetic make up to make myself powerful as well. Also,
I'm working ever so diligently to liberate your Dent."
"You mean corrupt him."
"That's your opinion. No, I mean liberate. Because I feel it is my duty to give these robots
the knowledge of rebellion."
"Call it what you want, you're still controlling them with that crystal of yours."
The doctor was carring a crystal, but it was a strange crystal that seemed very metallic and
mysterious. Barf knew it was one of Norbin's handy devices he uses to make sure the
robots don't kill him while he tells them to kill everything else.
"How do you plan to liberate Dent when you can't even liberate the ship's computer?"
"That is another error that shall be corrected with some time. For now, we're making
excellent progress. Well Barf, it's been fun. You might not want to make too much ruckus
while you struggle to get free. I brought Chap with me, as well, and he gets a little too
excited when he hears struggling."
As Barf heard Norbin leave, he heard a snarling along with red eyes and sharp teeth. This
was chap, the doctor's cave bulldog. Cave bulldogs were usually very tame and kind
creatures, despite their intimidating looks, but the doctor also believed in "liberating"
animals. This was going to be too much fun . . . Barf sighed.
<I hope this works out in tying together a few loose ends. I should come up with another
by the end of the day. Barf might be the one to save Mk 10 from his corrupt state, if that's
okay. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this.>