Dingles: Paranoid Mechanoid

Who: Dingles
Where: Outside Mike's Quarters
When: Time to kick some arse.
"Yeah, right! In you're state, you're a rugby ball waiting to happen!"
And with that Mike opened the door, raised his foot, and kicked him
out. "I'll give your wings back when I grow a heart!, it's about time
that I got to the hanger bay, I need to practise landing, it'll be a
breeze with the manual Kayn sent me"
Dingles rolled to his feet and made for a retort, "Oi! Worthless heap
of festering fish faeces! Come over here and say that!"
Mike did. He came over. "It'll be a breeze with the manual. Do you
feel the breeze when you fly, Dingles?"
"No, smeghead, I don't. Do I look to you like I would?"
"Nope." with that, Mike took Dingles into his hands and went for the
dropkick, sending the spluttering mech flying down the corridor. "One
for me!"
*** Just a bit later ***
Dingles was evil. Pure and simple. Not particularly smart evil, but
evil as far as mechanoids went. Evil thoughts had been in his tiny
robotic mind as he wandered down to the flight deck, evil plans made
up as he clambered up into one of the 'Bugs, and evil actions as he
began tearing out the hydraulic fuel compression cords. "Buh-bye,
brakes," he said, which came out rather more like "Buh blurgh,
bakes," with a mouthful of cable.
Quite satisfied that he'd organised a death trap out of the 'Bug,
Dingles found himself a place to hide and watch the fun - and to
wonder how he'd sort himself out with some wings.