The tickling finally stopped, and Dr. Wily II was laying on the floor, exhausted from being tickled and from laughing. He slowly turned his head to the side, and saw Soccer Man dancing a joyful dance, he had caught some Berbils... But most are gone. Dr. Wily II slowly sat up, and saw the huge hole in the wall. For some reason, the Berbils managed to escape, with external help, from Lockdown mode. Not that it mattered anymore, he's too exhausted to pursue the others. At least there was a consolation price.
Afro - Doc this is getting problematic. With the berbils running around, it's only a matter of time before something happens to make matters worse!
DWII - No matter... We might have lost most of them, but we have some re-captured... Plus I think the real intruders are still at large... But Shadow Man will take care of that... I'm tired...
Afro - Evil needs no rest!!
DWII - This one does. You go and fix that wall. *points at the large hole*
Afro - D:
DWII - Don't emoticon me.
Afro - D:
DWI - ...
Afro - ... Ok, Ok...
Afro grudgingly dragged himself towards the large hole in the wall, having no idea on how to fix it, nor what to use. Dr. Wily II slowly got up to his feet, and walked towards Soccer man, who's still dancing away.
DWII - Soccer, you can stop now.
Soccer - But I caught them Doc!
DWII - I saw. Now bring those you caught to the R&D Labs. This time, no more Dr. Nice Wily II. Get Medic Man to thoroughly disect them.
Soccer - Well do, Doc!
Soccer Man dance a little more, before he teleported to the R&D Labs.
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Back at the scrap yard, Buns and Medic Man are both starting to wake up from their concession.
Buns - Owww... My head...
Medic - Woooa~ That was exhilarating~
Buns - Cinnaman... You scare me.
Medic - Teehee~
They slowly got to their feet, and dusted themselves. They took a look around, and confirmed their prize is no longer around. They did however see Junk Man... Or at least what was Junk Man, since he's now a mound of scrap.
Medic - Hoho~ Looks like I need to fix someone up~
Buns - Meh... That was a waste of time... I'm gonna head back to the kitchen.
Medic - *picking up pieces of Junk Man* I'll head back to the R&D Labs~
Buns - ... You really scare me, Cinnaman.
Medic - Lalala~
Buns and Medic Man left the scrap yard, each going their separate ways.
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It wasn't long when Medic Man arrived back at the R&D Labs, only to see the utter chaos. All the cages have sprung open, and there was no sign of the Berbils anywhere. Although there was someone there.
Medic - Soccer Man~!? What happened~!?
Soccer - Yo Doc. There was a blackout, and those Berbil things escaped. But I managed to catch some!
Medic - Oh no no no~ What of my experiments~?
Soccer - About that. The Doc said you can have fun with these guys, he does not have a use for them anymore.
Medic - Oh goodie~ *dumps pieces of Junk Man aside* I'll have SO much FUN~~
Soccer - You have fun with that. I'm gonna watch some antique soccer matches!
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Shadow Man had been following his target for some time now, and it seems that luck was on his side, as another Berbil joined the one he's chasing after. And this other one seems to be holding another Berbil, albeit rolled up. He continued his silent pursuit, waiting for an opportune time to strike.
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How long has it been? Hours? Days? boforte doesn't know anymore. All he can fathom at the moment is that he is being continuously bombarded by songs which not only irritating, but loud. He cursed at his failure to destroy the Resistance, and at his shameful capture. He wanted revenge, but his strength has yet to return to him. All he can do is wait... And to somehow tolerate his torture.
(Did I miss out anyone? So many to keep track off. >.> Oh, as for the Fxenodrome, I'll let you post it PB, since you are the one with the plan.
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