Aug 03, 2010 20:25
So Doc's a mad scientist. A real crackpot, y'know, always with the yelling about how he's such a revolutionary thinker and nobody appreciates his genius and all the other, more successful roboticists in the world are just jealous of his skill and how he's gonna show 'em all someday when he takes over the world, all that jazz. Except he never does, 'cause his plans are always totally lame.
So this one time he comes up with this transportation chamber idea. Put two 'bots in, punch a couple of buttons, and presto change-o, the 'bots switch circuits. Or, y'know, teleport to another one of the chambers. It kinda depended on the buttons you hit.
Anyway!
So we end up swapping my dweeby little brother's circuits with Snake Man's. And then life's just great, y'know? My little bro's joined the bad side...sort of...and nobody's gonna believe that the programming in Snake Man's body actually belongs to the Mega Dweeb, so even if he tried to rat on what we did to him, nobody's gonna listen to him anyway! It was great. And then, once all is finally right with the world, off we go to crash the big science conference Doc Light's attending.
So the whole plot goes off without a hitch, right up until my little brother the snake crashes the party and knocks Snake-Mega back into the chambers. My dweeby little sister hits some buttons, the chambers start glowing, and all of a sudden we got a big problem on our hands. So me and the junk-bots--otherwise known as the Robot Masters--go over to see what's up. And out stumbles Snake Man and Mega Man, looking like somebody just ran their circuits through a blender. Which they kinda did.
So there we are, nobody knows who's who, and those two dweebs are facing off like it's some kinda Wild West showdown. They blast at each other, Mega Man drops Snake Man to the ground, steals his weapon, and then looks at us like he thinks he's some kinda genius.
And he goes, "Figured it out yet? Am I Mega Man, or Snake Man?"
Aaaaaand then somebody guessed wrong and he kicked our butts. And by "our", I mean "everybody's but mine", 'cause there's no way that little dweeb could lay a finger on me.
So the moral of the story, kids, is when in doubt, shoot 'em both and sort out the scrap heap later.
little brother,
mock mock mock,
i love my job,
awesome = me,
bad boys bad boys,
it's the guidance system,
family drama,
affected,
curse: wheel of morality,
sarcasm ftw!,
mega man = do not want,
daddy's little villain,
brotherly love,
too cool for this,
denial: not just a river in egypt,
bro yay?,
no really i'm a robot