Irritable scientist is.. irritable.

[did_it_for_lulz]

[Hmph. To suffer the humiliation of losing his notes, his lab equipment, his assistant and his pants all in one day... and then to be mocked by his very own creations and the general public-at-large! Genius is never understood in its own time, of course, but he's a man beyond time!

Well, Momma Wily didn't raise no shrinking violet. And 'mama' Wily

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[huntsforbooty]

... Looks like somebody got out of the wrong side of the teleporter.

Sorry about this. Wily hates kids. :D

[did_it_for_lulz]

I did not ask for commentary, girl! [waggling his wrench at her in a menacing way- or, well, at least a angry-old-man way]

No worries! Ashe is not one to be scared off! :Db

[huntsforbooty]

Hey, don't you shake that thing at me! *putting her hands on her hips* If you're going to be stomping around all over the place, people are going to say things. That's common sense.

What he says, the mental image, it is awful.

[did_it_for_lulz]

I'll shake it any way I want! Mind your own business!

[searchsnakes]

[Speak of the devil, there he is now. Just chilling out with an E-tank, admiring his absolutely stunning poster work, blissfully unaware of what's coming.]

permission to wrench? :D

[did_it_for_lulz]

[There he is. With all the stealth a spry 65-year old can move with, Wily advances on his errant 'son' and prepares to give him good and proper discipline.]

wrench that sucker. :|b

[searchsnakes]

[Man, this E-tank is really delicious. Tastes a little different than usual -- maybe it's a future E-tank or an E-tank from the alternate universe where everything tastes vaguely of pineapple. Why is he getting a feeling of foreboding from it, though?]

whoo hoo! :D

[did_it_for_lulz]

[Let Whacking Day commence- as in, CLANG. One really good, hard CLANG with all of his mighty old-man strength, driving the very very heavy wrench into the lower back half of poor Snakey's helmet-carapace, where the smooth armor gives way to a weaker joint connected to that that 'tail'.

And yelling loud enough to wake the dead, of course, on top of it. Accent thicker than usual, in his fury!]

HOW DARE YOU MAKE MOCKERY OF ME?!

[009_madeofmetal]

*Metal has accumulated a sizable number of Wily's missing notebook pages over the past couple days and is seeking the doctor out to return them! Unfortunately a good 90% or so are just regular old diary entries since somebody gave most of the important papers a home in his scarf. But it's better than nothing, right? And hey there's Wily right now! Metal hurries after him down the hall, pages clutched in his hands and not paying too much mind to the man's hunched shoulders or peculiar stride. After all he's about to have reason to be happy!*

Dr. Wily! Sir, I've managed to retrieve some of your documents! *He looks so proud of himself too*

Good boy, 009! You get the cookie today :D

[did_it_for_lulz]

Eh? Eh? [He breaks off in his muttering-and-wrench-flourishing to pause and glance over his shoulder. Ohh! He straightens and turns to face Metal.]

Very good, very good! [he turns and makes grabby-hands at the diary pages, stuffing the slips down into his labcoat pockets without even looking at them. He's pretty sure 009 wouldn't dare bring him random scraps of paper that could be taken for diary pages or anything, after all. Some of the others might, but it's not they before him!]

You did well. [and he looks far less irritable now- at least as long as the traitor 022 isn't in his line of sight!] I trust you did not attempt to read them.

YES a winner is meeee

[009_madeofmetal]

*Naww he wouldn't dare, he's got too much respect for the old man. And even if he did he'd think twice about it after seeing Wily toting around that mother of all wrenches.*

*Metal nods. Just doing his job!* I merely gave each a quick glance over to ascertain they were indeed your papers. Rest assured I haven't a clue as to their actual content. *Okay it was a little tempting sure but he's got a will of.....of metal!*

I'd give you a gold star but Star Man took them all!

[did_it_for_lulz]

Good. Good. [he pats his pockets once, to reassure himself, then nods.] They are safe, that is what matters.

That and revenge, of course. I have come into a great deal of interesting information in the short time I am here. We have several problems to deal with.

luna/ophiuchus is kind of missing the point here

[queenof_snakes]

Oh, cheer up. We're all stuck here, same as you. No point moping about it.

[did_it_for_lulz]

If I wanted the opinions of random passersby I would reprogram them to tell them to me! [a waggle of his wrench!]

[queenof_snakes]

*frowns, raises up on her tail to look taller and puts her hands on her hips* Don't you talk to me like that!

[did_it_for_lulz]

Or you'll do what, eh? [yes, the bristly old guy isn't one to back down from a challenge easily! He takes that big ol' wrench in his hands in a two-fisted grip, like a baseball bat or a sword.]

[measure63_forte]

[She'd wanted to avoid him. Really, she had. But obviously, she's not allowed. Because she's about two feet away from him and the others he's been railing at. Or beating with a wrench, depending who.]

So tell me, Doc: when are you not in a grouchy mood? Idiot.

[did_it_for_lulz]

When are you not a disobedient, willful fool, Bass?

[not yet noticing the endowments, obviously.]

[measure63_forte]

[Not much by way of them, either way. And arrogance threatens to make her start snarking at that quip, but she holds her temper.]

Funny. Didn't know that being driven toward my goal was a bad thing.

[did_it_for_lulz]

As if you have goals, willful thing! The only goal you seem to have is to make my life as frustrating as possible!

[he's not QUITE 'hopping mad', but he's definitely agitated; he's got the crazy dark eyes and that set at the side of his mouth that says 'do not mess with me today!']