[Log] The Great Taco Hunt
When; 02-11-08
Where; Earth... one of them versions, the one where everyone seems to have brain damage
Rating; PG
Characters; GIR, Waspinator, Open..!?
Summary; Waspinator doesn't know what tacos are! Unacceptable! GIR offers to show his fellow bot the wonders of junk food. Yay for bot-bonding time!
Log; IN PROGRESS
GIR eyed the computer sharply as if to threaten it with a mere glare should it stop. The red tinge to his optics faded back to its usually bright and friendly turquoise, and the little bot danced about happily. If it worked correctly, then the signal should be sent and he'd soon have his new friend to play with!
"YAAAAAY!" GIR exclaimed, running around in a circle before dashing out of the control room to take the lift back up to the house and ground level. The front door was thrown open, and GIR peered about expectantly as he would for the pizza guy. By now at least the zombies that had been in the front yard had mostly been lasered by the Lawn Gnomes. It was getting pretty smelly though, but what else was there to expect from zombie bits twitching about for ...weeks, maybe months now? One of these days, someone should really clean it up.
His attention dropped from the zombie carnage, and the little bot bounced around on the welcome mat of the porch, singing his head off. "IIiiii'm gonna go get some taacoooooooos! Cuz tacos are soo goooooood! YAAH! o/`"
Where; Earth... one of them versions, the one where everyone seems to have brain damage
Rating; PG
Characters; GIR, Waspinator, Open..!?
Summary; Waspinator doesn't know what tacos are! Unacceptable! GIR offers to show his fellow bot the wonders of junk food. Yay for bot-bonding time!
Log; IN PROGRESS
GIR eyed the computer sharply as if to threaten it with a mere glare should it stop. The red tinge to his optics faded back to its usually bright and friendly turquoise, and the little bot danced about happily. If it worked correctly, then the signal should be sent and he'd soon have his new friend to play with!
"YAAAAAY!" GIR exclaimed, running around in a circle before dashing out of the control room to take the lift back up to the house and ground level. The front door was thrown open, and GIR peered about expectantly as he would for the pizza guy. By now at least the zombies that had been in the front yard had mostly been lasered by the Lawn Gnomes. It was getting pretty smelly though, but what else was there to expect from zombie bits twitching about for ...weeks, maybe months now? One of these days, someone should really clean it up.
His attention dropped from the zombie carnage, and the little bot bounced around on the welcome mat of the porch, singing his head off. "IIiiii'm gonna go get some taacoooooooos! Cuz tacos are soo goooooood! YAAH! o/`"