Just some junk lying around......

Steev,
Locker Room - A
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Though it seemed somewhat cruel to remove all these potential homes,
it had started innocently enough...
Steev had been looking for his missing bleepy-doo-dah. It was
normally stuck to his body by means of elastic round the back of his
jacket, but it seemed to have been chewed through somehow. Anyway,
he figured a logical place to look was the storage locker room. So
he opened a few, using his secret-locjker-door-intrusion-device,
found nothing. Then he started to find lots of bits of metal, wires
and things. And food too. Some cardnboard and marker pens. Oxy-
acetylene canisters.
Steev would normally wonder why all this stuff was just lying around
in lockers, but he couldn't be bothered. He was just like a child at
christmas. Admittedly, a child who was told bathing in oil was good
for the skin, but you get the picture.
Soon Steev was surrounded in a sea of stuff. So, what could a
slightly psychopathic, schizophrenic engineer do with all this stuff?
What indeed?
Steev's eyes picked up the mad gleam...
<Cue sound effects>
*SSSKKKKKKKKRRREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
*Oookaookaooka*
<CRUFFFFFFFFSHHHHHHH>
#Splanggggggggggggggg...#
(Tzink)
*BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!*
(Tzink)
(Tzink)
(Tzink)
(Tzink)
(T..t...t...FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!)
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boing.
<End sound effects>
Lo and behold, for Steev had created robot mice. That talked. At
great length.
"Hi kids," said Steev. "I shall call you Baltimore and Kirella. How
are you?"
"Not bad, not bad, oh master," said Baltimore.
"Ummm..." Kirella sat back on her haunches. "Oh master?"
"Well, look at it this way my new partner, I cannot envision my
creation, so there must've been some creator. I'd imagine that
fellow with the welding torch and the mad grin is that very same
creator, therefore he is our master." Baltimore smiled to himself.
"Yeah...but I feel that our existence was just brought on by a random
change of events, that we exist now because of some strange
combination of elements, and thaqt we are our own masters."
Steev chuckled, reached down, and turned off Kirella's voice unit.
Balitmore grinned stupidly. Kirella turned the unit back on.
"OK, fair enough you bastards. But I'll be back to finish this
later."
The two mice legged it. Steev was satisfied. Though he had a
feeling he should've told them not to eat some fruit or something...