Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Can we play
"Mr Bob here is the tip of the iceberg of our underground crime
kingdom." The Accountant said. "Mess with us again, Mr Bell, be Mr
Fingers here, myself, Bob or any other crimmal aboard this ship and
you will have the full weight of our force coming down upon you in a
way you wish you were dead. Good day, Mr Bell."
Bob then threw Dirk into a nearby wall knocking him out cold and with
that Fingers, the Accountant and Psyhoc bob left.
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He nashed his teeth as he worked away in the abandoned science lab. Dirk had
"borrowed" some of the parts from Phil's faulty cloning machine on his current
project. His head still pounded from the bump against the wall; yet, it did not
impede his progress. "Mr. Machanical wants to play rough, eh? I'll show him
what that means."
Over six hours later, Psycho Bob, Fingers, and the Accountant stood amid their
goons. Fingers snapped his fingers in front of one very large man's face
without receiving a response. "This is ridiculous. These guys are moving
slower than a line at the DMV. They're no good to us now."
"It has to be something with that gas from earlier," Bob hissed. "They've
barely moved an inch since then. Don't we have anymore muscle other than this?"
"I'm afraid not," answered the Accountant. "This is all we have left. The rest
down here are nothing more than weakly pick-pockets and unskilled con men. No
offense," he said looking at Fingers.
"Well! Well! Well! Isn't this a motley looking crew!" Dirk stood in a
doorway with metallic looking gloves on.
"I thought we gave you a very clear and precise warning," the Accountant said.
Dirk smiled, "In response to that: Bite me!" He looked at Fingers. "You know
what I really hate? Someone who's too afraid to take resposibilities like a
man. People who have to hide behind other out of fear of being bested. In
other words, I hate whiny bitches like you, Flunkers."
"Fingers!" the crook shouted.
"Whatever."
"I'll take care of this!" Bob began to move towards the confident scientist.
"I don't think so, rust-head." With a flick of his finger on his glove,
tEMPtation came rolling into the room once again, coming to a stop in front of
Bob.
Bob laughed, "Apparently you aren't as bright as you claim to be. I'm a robot!
That stupid gas won't have any effect on me." Fingers and the Accountant
joined in on the laughter.
"I'm sorry, but you're mistaken." Dirk's smile kept growing. "I've put it back
to it's original function." He flipped a switch on the side of his left glove.
"It's an EMP emitter. That's right: Electro-Magnetic Pulse. It forever shuts
down any electrical equipment functioning. And you have three seconds to kiss
your ass good-bye. One..."
Bob lunged for him a half second before all the lights went out. Fingers lit a
match. He couldn't see anything. A light came on from across the room. Dirk
held up an electic torch to illuminate the room. Psycho Bob lay on the ground
in a lifeless hulk. "I thought you said he had three seconds!" Fingers cried.
"Here's a life lesson for you," Dirk said. "Never trust a lying bastard. Now
for you two. You're easy enough, shrimp." He flipped off his right-hand glove,
and it hit Fingers squarely in the head, knocking him unconscious. Dirk took
off his other glove while turning his attention to the Accoutant. "Your turn."
The Accountant spoke in a calm demeanor, "I'll have to rip your throat out
through your ears for that."
"Don't sing it, bring it."
The Accountant rushed towards him, faster than Dirk ever thought. He had the
scientist by the throat, choking him. He rared his head back, then thrust it
forwards into his attacker's face, breaking the man's nose. The Accountant
released his grip enough for Dirk to break free.
He slid around and up behind the man. The Accountant was almost six feet
taller, but Dirk was able to climb on his back and place his arms aroung the
man's neck. All those hours watching wrestling paid off, he successfully
applied the sleeper hold on the large man, dodging the forceful grab attempts.
After a few minutes, the man passed out.
Dirk picked up his gloves and flipped the switch again. This time, a larger
robot walked into the room. It had several arms with grappleing appendiges. It
picked up Psycho Bob and held it. Dirk picked up the torch and walked out of
the room with both his bots and Bob in tow, leaving the room of crooks in total
darkness.
The large bot placed the diactivated Bob into an air-lock. Dirk shut the inner
door. "Give my regards to the Pimpbot 5000." He opened the outer door and
watched as Bob rushed out with instant momentum. Throught the little window, he
could see it enter the planet's atmosphere. "Yet another god for that bunch to
pray to."
He began his walk back to where he hid precious pink ball. "Now, back to what I
started on."
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