Armed (mostly), and dangerous

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> Phil on the other hand was having much more fun than Owen, he'd
just removed one of WD-40's arms with his chainsaw, along with one of
Elwoods toes and was at this point decimating a cardboard cut-out of
Geri Halliwell.
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((OOC: Elwood has toes? [well, not anymore apparently] *checks
picture* Bah... I'll just say that they were recently added, and more
recently removed))
WHO: A robot possé and a cast of thousands (well, 400 crew)
WHERE: Exactly where they were a few seconds ago
WHEN: Ooh look! A non-naked, non-moving orgy on the floor!
"Would someone be so kind as to pass me my arm?" WD-40 asked ever so
politely.
"Mmmph!" exclaimed Timmy, somewhere underneath the pile of dozing
humans.
"Now there has to be a logical explanation for this..." the Keto-
brain-bot commented from the cover of a nearby potted plant.
"MY TOE!" Elwood grated, his shout louder than his tiny speaker could
manage; "MY TOE! I THINK I LOST MY TOE!"
"You have toes?" the tiny form of Timmy asked as he reappeared.
"Apparently..." the über-skut mused, glancing around at the aftermath.
"Would someone be so kind as to pass me my arm?" WD-40 asked again.
"We need to get these people to the medical department..." Keto-bot
concluded after a moment's thought, wheeling itself over; "They must
be analysed to see if this condition is a serious threat"
"Agreed..." Elwood said; "Phil's socks need to be quarantined before
they get near the water supply"
"No..." the Keto-bot sighed.
"No?" Timmy asked, looking up from the wallet he'd 'found in
someone's pocket'.
"No" KB answered.
"Really?" Elwood tried.
"Really"
"Would someone be so kind as to pass me my arm?"
There was a click from somewhere nearby, and the quartet turned to
see Schweeble pointing a gun at them.
"FREEZE METAL-TRASH!" he screamed through his gas-mask; "You are all
under arrest!"
"Eh?" Timmy said.
"I said-"
"Sorry mate..." the tiny robot interrupted; "We can't make out a word
you're saying"
Rolling his eyes, Schweeble lifted the mask and tried again.
"I said, FREEZE METAL-TRAAAaaaa... *Thump*"
"You know..." KB said, tilting his container; "The stupidity of this
crew still amazes me"
"You get used to it after a while" Elwood replied, glancing slightly
to one side of the now sleeping law-enforcer; "Mind you, it's
probably a good thing"
"Oh?" KB said, tilting himself the other way.
There was a creaking sound that caused the robots to turn... just in
time to see the buzzing chainsaw complete its journey through a
support girder. The floor buckled and Schweeble vanished through a
gaping hole, along with a sizable proportion of the pile.
"Sleeping will numb the impact..." the huge skutter concluded.
"Who wants to loot a few shops?" Timmy asked, picking up a slightly
bent golf club and heading towards the nearest store.
"Would someone be so kind as to pass me my arm?"
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