No one should *ever* have to see that...

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She noticed little Max was still holding his own as he would switch from shooting at the droids to sucking them into his mouth and spitting the remains at the other droids.

As she looked at Jaxx to ask for help she saw him sad again as the Land Shark dissolved in his arms into a white powder.
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South was ducked behind an empty storage container, (well, it sounded empty, with all the echoing thuds of high speed toilet tank tablet things bouncing off of it), taking a few pot shot at the cleaning droids, when Max, Jaxx' little hoover-like friend/weapon/thing, let out a large belch that sent one of the smaller droids flying through the air backwards, towards a large container suspended from the ceiling marked 'Entertainment Droid Storage'.

The container swung from it's suspension, spilling heaps of dusty droids onto the ground, many of them themed for different kinds of entertainment and parties. One of them was a spitting image of Marylin Monroe, but with flashy, metal bits poking through the synthetic skin of her face, which had seen better days. The droids looked like they hadn't been activated for ages, and left to rot since none of them had had any guests to entertain for such a long time. They're certainly not inactive now souh thought, concentrating on the words 'plasma grenade launcher', the snickt cube, (which was what he had taken to calling the the weapons Phil had given them all, even though they were actually cylinders), morphing in his hands. He took aim, yelling "Cover!" and fired.

A bluish purple wibbly thing erupted in front of the droids, many of whom were still rising from their rusty slumber. The impact set Marylin flying against the bulk head, her for replaced by an armless droid copy of Eddi Murphy with a gold tooth and a silver jump suit. "Cover!" he shouted again, this time the bolt landed square in the middle of them, sending them piling to each side of the detonation. Out of the cacophony South could faintly hear the words "Oh, bother..." and froze, a look of horror spreading across his face. "No..." he said aloud, "...It can't be!"

Out of the heap rose a single, large, yellow figure wearing a read shirt, who proceeded to spark and fizz from his head and neck, and voice the words "Is that you, Christopher Robin? You shouldn't have come right now, I'm very cross..."

This figure advanced and Dr. South exclaimed to the crew "It's Winnie-the-smegging-poo!" and the giant bear, (presumably built to entertain children on holiday with their families), began to lurch forward with immeasurably malicious intent. "This is just wrong!"

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