Attack of the really bad clones...

Who: The Garbage Crewbies
When: Just seconds after jay uttered "incoming"
Where: Um, since our GPS just got broken by a huge flying metal turd
(no, it wasn't phil...), we'll have to go with somewhere up garbage
chute...
"PHEW! Outgoing is more like it... You guys sure we aren't climbing
up some giant arse while it's passing gas?" commented Havoc who was
behind Chrysler, followed by Tara, Wd-40, WW and the Appendix was
scooching it's way up bringing up the last position.
Keto yelped in pain again as he was klunked on the head with the
remains of falling Sega dreamcast console and assorted store
mannequin parts and muttered, "I'd appreciate it if they threw away a
safety helmet right about now."
"I believe I can help in that area." Says Wd-40 from his position in
the tube, while taking out the Probability Shifter and twiddling with
the device for a moment.
"There, that should provide us with suitable headgear." Said Wd-40
just as some more heavy metal garbage started to cascade down, and
everyone noticed they had something ontop thier heads protect them.
"I found a way out!" Says Keto with satisfaction clambering out of
the chute, and started to help Cerebrum out when they started
laughing and pointing at each other while commenting in
unison, "You've got a chicken on your head..."
Suddenly chicken clucking filled the chute as various crewbies
reached up and tentatively checked out what was a top thier heads.
"Why the hell do I have a chicken on my head, Wd-40? Whatever you
did, you better undo it!" Yelled White Wolf amid other crewbies
complaints they also had chicken's on thier heads.
Wd-40 sounded flustered, "Um... I'm afraid I've dropped the
Probability Shifter in the last deluge, sir."
"Well, somebody go back down and retrieve it." Yelled Havoc in
annoyance.
[That won't be neccessary, I seem to found it. But, I'm afraid it is
now in need of repair.] Telepathed the Appendix from below.
------- Garbage Room --------
Later, after everyone tried & failed removing the seemingly
superglued on birds from various crewbies heads, while Wd-40 was over
in a corner trying to complete some makeshift repairs on the
Probability Shifter.
"Ahh ha! I think I've got it." Says Wd-40 while tic'ing the little
devices display, and suddenly Dean had a Haggis on his head, White
Wolf had a quacking duck on his, and Chrysler had a furby on his
while everyone else still had clucking chicken's on thiers.
"Well, this is certainly an improvement!" Muttered Havoc
sarcastically.
"WILL YOU STOP FIDDLING WITH THAT!!!!!" Ordered the huge hamster in
anger, while quickly grabbing the small palmtop away and stuffing it
into his vest pocket.
Then the garbage room door opened and a couple humanoid workbots (who
looked surprisingly like Rodney Dangerfield) strode in while carrying
another load of garbage, which they dropped when they caught sight of
the crewbies in the room.
There was couple of seconds of startled silence before the two
workbots turned to leave and both Jay & Havoc raised thier guns shoot
the two workbots to pieces in a noisy volley of gunfire.
"Well, I guess that means you deciding against the option of the
silent sneaky approach..." remarks Keto.
"As if these things would ever shut up long enough for us to do
that!" replies Havoc looking up at the clucking and flapping chicken
ontop his head.
"That's easy to fix..." says Keto as he picks up a long piece of
metal and smacks Havoc soundly on the head
"OW!" Yelps Havoc.
"Opps... I missed!"
"Trust me, I certainly won't!" Says Havoc while reaching for a long
metal bar.
"May I remind you two gits, we're here to fight the robots not each
other? Even though I normally wouldn't mind seeing the two of you
pummel each other silly, we've got a mission to accomplish here..."
interupts Jay.
Tara gets up from examining some of the workbot remains, and
comments, "Well, I think it's safe to say we're better find the
control center of this place real fast, because pretty soon, we might
not be able to tell who's human and who's a plebian robot around here
before too long. This face plate looks pretty darn realistic, and I
can only guess what would happen if they started to switch people
throughout the world successfully."
"Right. Jay & Havoc takes point, everyone else pick a buddy and
follow them two by two." Orders the overgrown hamster quickly moving
towards the door.
========= In the Hallway =============
"I don't believe it, I'm running out of ammo! Your gonna have to take
over for me in holding them off, Chrysler." yells Havoc, as he guns
down yet another Vannila Ice look-a-like Guard bot coming towards him
near the corner as Jay and the others stood a short ways back,
looking down another corridor which had been mercifully clear the
whole time.
Jay quickly jumps out, quickly pulls his weapons trigger, and his gun
suddenly makes an unsatisfying clicking sound. The Vannila ice
guardbots shoot dozens of holes in the wall behind Jay, who realising
thier such bad shots goes, "TTPPPPPHHHHHTTTTTT!" in a loud raspberry,
as the furby ontop his head suddenly flapping it's wings, and making
wierd gurgling noises.
The three foremost Vannila ice guardbots suddenly drop thier weapons
and grab thier heads, just as thier heads exploded, while the rest
quickly retreated.
"Well, what do you know? I think we've found another one of Mr.
Chrysler's special talents!" Quips Keto as the group poke thier
chicken, duck, & haggis topped heads around the corner to look at the
suddenly vacant hallway in front of Jay.
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