Secret Robot Factory - II

<SNIP>
In order to accomplish this, they're
building a secret, giant robot factory and headquarters on top of a mountain
in the alps, accessible only by a heavily guarded gondola that would be
suicide to attack, and an air duct that's defensless. On the inside, they're
using many means of defense, including pop-up turrets, laser claymores,
poison gas and pools full of prinanhas. They're calling it, Operation: James
Bond."
<END SNIP>
"Oh. Great." said Dean, sarcastically, whilst looking at the control panel.
"Why can't we just press this button? said Havoc, looking at a huge
"Robot-Self-Destruct" Button.
"Because, tiny tiny brain." said Cerebrum, "Look closer."
"What?" asked Havoc.
"Look at the label on it." sighed Tara.
"Oh." said Havoc. "Out of Order."
"Well done, so, who's up for climbing up an endless ventilation duct?" asked
Dean.
"I could do with a holiday." Jay replied.
"And at least there won't be any tourists." said WW.
"Ok, so, someone intend to set a course? Or are we just gonna sit here and
have some tea?" said Jay, jumping up.
"Tea sounds good."
"Oh yes."
"Two sugars please."
"A splash of milk."
"Only if its organic."
Jay started bashing his head off a wall, why did he have to use sarcasm? It
was totally wasted on these guys.
Dean "2 Sugars" Thomas
<OOC: Short, but I thought it was mildly amusing>
Madness Takes Its Toll, Please have Exact Change
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