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81. Pen and Paper [Poisen]Here, She offered him a pen and something that looked like paper.
He blinked at her.
She offered them again, hoping he would take it off her hands.
What do you want me to do with this? he asked, still refusing to take them.
Betilla stopped her kind of pushy acting and smiled. She sat down on the floor, so she could be at his eye level, the writing utensils placed in her lap.
Tell me how you feel.
Poisen gave her a bewildered look, then frowned.
This is sick!
The fairy backed off a little.
I dont need this, to tell you that Im miserable, he added, And you know that I am!
Thats a start... Betilla held off his attack.
Now... would you write that down? she asked, smiling trustworthily. The fairy put the pen carefully into his hand and put the paper on the cold but bright stone floor.
He sighed visibly annoyed and started to scribble the word miserable
40. Rated [XR]Theyre comin, Buzz.
He said it.
He said it again.
He didnt want to say it, he just did.
I-Im sorry. I didnt mean to , he lost the plot, Sir
The LGMs offered to reprogram him, or wipe this habit off his memory files. They even offered him to shut him down, if he would have wanted to.
But he hadnt.
Since the team fell apart, hed been regarded for what he was something special.
He had grown old. During all that time, all that generations that had passed, new robots had been built, new machineries had been developed and new technologies had been discovered. But hed stayed the same.
Though he had become out-dated, no other bot could fit to hold a candle to him, mostly because no other bot had the experience he had. Hed fought side by side with the bests back then and every strategy, every move was saved in his brain-chip. It hadnt been programmed in, like all the other ro
87. Food [Mushu BS]Milk, the anscestor answered dazzled from Mushu not to know that.
Milk, he asked again. He thought for a second, clapping his hands and leaving the temple.
He went in front of Khan.
Khan looked at him with astonishment and anger.
He stood in front of Khan.
How could he dare?
Say would you be so nice and give me some of your milk?
The horse was about to kick his red dragon butt.
A simple no wouldve done it too!
He picked himself up again and was about the burn Khans black cowy horsebutt, when he suddenly stopped.
No wait! I got it! He weaseled into the house.
So darling! He came in the temple, wearing some sort of a pink pinafore and was towing a bowl of
Yep! Mushu agreed while whirling in the stodge.
This baby is too young to eat solids! the granny exclaimed.
Are you calling this solid? the dragon asked trying to catc
79. Starvation [Mushu BS]Aw, look at the little baby! Isnt he cute?
The Ancestors gathered all around, Mushu still sitting on his gong.
In case you didnt notice, thats a girl.
It is? The woman-ghost looked up at the dragon, then down at the baby again.
Such a cute little girl!
The cute little girl looked at the ghost with astonishment, trying to touch it, but failed.
So they were interesting, huh?
Mushu lay on the gong, watching the situation.
It even forgot to cry. Amazing.
So the dragon raised his voice, sliding down to the ground again.
Anyone of you can think back to good ol days and tell me what it is with this child?
Its a cute little thing! The grandmother still insisted being all infatuated.
It was crying!
Well it isnt anymore!
I can make it! What was he saying?
Well then its probably scared of you, Th
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