Post by Armystuntman on Jun 14, 2010 17:08:56 GMT -4
(Not sure, again, if i'm doing this right.)
It's a rough, tough life for robot villains in jail. This state of the art jail was designed for destructive robots that are trying to attack people and can't be deactivated ect. It's dark grey titanium reinforced walls tower over with a high ceiling with no windows. Robots here are used as slaves for the human race. Usually only the meanest and evilest of robots are sent here, but what about the sad instances of robots who are innocent of their crime? That's were it gets interesting!
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In the medium sized cell 105, NR-5, or Nerrisha, sat looking at the wooden table in the middle of the room. She knew she wasn't supposed to be there, but couldn't prove herself right.
She wasn't used to jail. She had a soft personality. She couldn't stand being guilty.
She touched her electric neck-band, and dropped an oil tear.
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Two guards, two hedgehog-humans with the names Bing (Green fur) and Bang (Red fur) were looking from a watch post.
"Them robots. Can't stand em smell. Well, besides yours, Bang."
"I don't smell!" Bang retorted.
"So you don't have a nose?" Bing laughed. Bang cringed.
Bing continued ; "Well, simple job we have, just sound the alarm if any robots escape. Then they'l be zapped with the zapper thing we put round their necks. They'l short circuit like fries."
They continued eating their Morning Biscuits with tea, sitting down on two chairs in the tower.
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In cell 103, NR-3, or Scooter the robot mechanic, was with another two robots, NR-1 and NR-2, the Mecha Bros. They were discussing escape.
Scooter spoke first.
"We gotta escape, We can do more evil out of here, you know."
"Thats obvious." said NR-1, "But how will we escape?"
"Im thinking"
NR-2 looked dopeliy at them.
"Why don't we dig-"
"We tried that. Metal floor."
NR-2 looked around.
"Windows?"
"Nope."
"Breaking the door?"
"It's made of titanium."
NR-2 rolled his yellow metal eye.
"That's it. I'm getting my digging teaspoon."
He jabbed the floor with his teaspoon, and, to his surprised, the tile came off, reveling a hole.
Scooter couldn't belive it.
"Wow. Your idiocy and pure luck found the hole! Last one in is a rusted scrap heap!"
It's a rough, tough life for robot villains in jail. This state of the art jail was designed for destructive robots that are trying to attack people and can't be deactivated ect. It's dark grey titanium reinforced walls tower over with a high ceiling with no windows. Robots here are used as slaves for the human race. Usually only the meanest and evilest of robots are sent here, but what about the sad instances of robots who are innocent of their crime? That's were it gets interesting!
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In the medium sized cell 105, NR-5, or Nerrisha, sat looking at the wooden table in the middle of the room. She knew she wasn't supposed to be there, but couldn't prove herself right.
She wasn't used to jail. She had a soft personality. She couldn't stand being guilty.
She touched her electric neck-band, and dropped an oil tear.
................................
Two guards, two hedgehog-humans with the names Bing (Green fur) and Bang (Red fur) were looking from a watch post.
"Them robots. Can't stand em smell. Well, besides yours, Bang."
"I don't smell!" Bang retorted.
"So you don't have a nose?" Bing laughed. Bang cringed.
Bing continued ; "Well, simple job we have, just sound the alarm if any robots escape. Then they'l be zapped with the zapper thing we put round their necks. They'l short circuit like fries."
They continued eating their Morning Biscuits with tea, sitting down on two chairs in the tower.
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In cell 103, NR-3, or Scooter the robot mechanic, was with another two robots, NR-1 and NR-2, the Mecha Bros. They were discussing escape.
Scooter spoke first.
"We gotta escape, We can do more evil out of here, you know."
"Thats obvious." said NR-1, "But how will we escape?"
"Im thinking"
NR-2 looked dopeliy at them.
"Why don't we dig-"
"We tried that. Metal floor."
NR-2 looked around.
"Windows?"
"Nope."
"Breaking the door?"
"It's made of titanium."
NR-2 rolled his yellow metal eye.
"That's it. I'm getting my digging teaspoon."
He jabbed the floor with his teaspoon, and, to his surprised, the tile came off, reveling a hole.
Scooter couldn't belive it.
"Wow. Your idiocy and pure luck found the hole! Last one in is a rusted scrap heap!"