[Was passing by when he saw Prometheus...he seems to walk away for a short while. Then after that while had passed he tore into the room with a crowbar in hand]
[Attempts to wedge the crowbar between Prometheus and the wheels as best as he could without hurting the mini-robo. Which is to say, considering Michael's skill at causing MASSIVE damage? Prometheus MAAAY have been better off with the wheels...or asking Michael to tear them down first.]
OH! COME! ON! What did you superglue yourself to these or something?!
[Judging by a knocked-over jar of glue lying on a shelf above the contraption, that might indeed be the case. Something in the machine creaks metalically, and judging by the robot's panicked reaction, there's a fair chance it's him. He lets out a cloud of steam straight into his rescuer's face! Probably unintentionally, but still.]
[Michael didn't let out a startled noise whatsoever to his credit. There was however a most hilarious look of surprise on his face.]
Okay..new plan.
[Michael backs off..and proceeds to hammer at the machine with the crowbar, trying to break it...or at least bits of it to liberate Prometheus. There is no possible way this could fail!]
[A stronger hit causes a piece of the machine to bend and snap off into its previous position, hitting Prometheus and catapulting him out of the engine! The tiny robot is flying towards six empty oil barrels that someone put into a triangle for God knows what reason.
He misses them all completely and slams into a crate of spare parts instead.]
[The president just watched the mechanical carnage unfold with the slightest wince. He looked at the crowbar, then at the mess Prometheus' impromptu escape from his situation caused before tossing the tool aside and running over to assist the diminutive machine. Additionally he may have knocked over those oilbarrels in his rush, but hey, who cares?]
Whoa! Hey little guy. You still alive?
[Picks Prometheus up and shakes him lightly. If there was no response he does it HARDER.]
[First action results in no response. Shaking harder makes something rattle inside the robot metalically, and his dimmed eyes return to previous glow as he starts to flail all limbs around chaotically, trying to break free. It's kinda like holding a cat crossed with an overactive monkey.]
[Seems so. There are several dents and rust stains, but those were probably on the robot in the first place, right? Prometheus stares at Michael for several seconds with a gaze that quite clearly says "I want something from you" but doesn't even begin to specify what, then starts running off somewhere. Follow y/n?]
[That would be a big Y followed by a DAMN THE TORPEDOES! Anyone that passes by Prometheus may find him or herself in danger of being knocked over by a CHAAAAARGING PRESIDENT]
[Prometheus' destination is the living area. He stops by one of the doors, then points at it and assumes a combat-ready stance, prepared to pounce on the door and barge in... As much as you can when you're one foot tall, at least. Is the bad guy who threw him into the machine behind this door?]
[Probably not, but Michael's assuming that's so. What is his action you wonder? KICK DOWN THE DOOR!...And maybe have it explode to boot- oh wait, that's not his schtick]
[Aaand it's Werter's room. Who didn't see that coming? He jumps up from his computer in shock, not expecting intruders to barge in.]
W-w-what the hell!? I didn't do anything illegal!
[There's a picture of an antropomorphic, female Gouf tying up an antropomorphic, female and distressed Gundam with her electric whip on the computer screen.]
Don't worry buddy! I gotcha covered!
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OH! COME! ON! What did you superglue yourself to these or something?!
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Okay..new plan.
[Michael backs off..and proceeds to hammer at the machine with the crowbar, trying to break it...or at least bits of it to liberate Prometheus. There is no possible way this could fail!]
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He misses them all completely and slams into a crate of spare parts instead.]
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Whoa! Hey little guy. You still alive?
[Picks Prometheus up and shakes him lightly. If there was no response he does it HARDER.]
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Hey, you still in one piece?
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Alright punk! Get over here!
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W-w-what the hell!? I didn't do anything illegal!
[There's a picture of an antropomorphic, female Gouf tying up an antropomorphic, female and distressed Gundam with her electric whip on the computer screen.]
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Alright kid! What's the big idea gluing this little fella to heavy machinery?
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Oh, you found Prometheus. Thanks, he was missing. What's that with the glue part?
[He looks at the robot, who located himself atop a pile of comic books in the meantime. And has pulled out one of them as if going to read it.]
He says the glue fell on him when the ship was shaking. I don't find this hard to belie...
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