Darlette
Predator Press
[Mr. I]
Sapphire smacked LOBO.
Hard.
"Snap out of it!" she cried, smacking him again. "Wake up dumbass! Our friends are in trouble!"
RDO smacked him too. “Yeah! What she said!”
“Stop!” LOBO sobbed. “I got it! Please stop smacking me!”
RDO smacked him again, “Well, you did miss the second chorus.”
“Sir!” the tech interrupted, pointing at the video screen. “The trailer parks have formed their own anti-LOBO device!”
The fifty-foot tattooed and barefoot robot slowly rose, brandishing a frying pan the size of football goalposts, smashing trailers an puppies left and right.
The tech guy whistled.
“Our intelligence says she’s called ’Darlette’.”
[Mr. I]
Sapphire smacked LOBO.
Hard.
"Snap out of it!" she cried, smacking him again. "Wake up dumbass! Our friends are in trouble!"
RDO smacked him too. “Yeah! What she said!”
“Stop!” LOBO sobbed. “I got it! Please stop smacking me!”
RDO smacked him again, “Well, you did miss the second chorus.”
“Sir!” the tech interrupted, pointing at the video screen. “The trailer parks have formed their own anti-LOBO device!”
The fifty-foot tattooed and barefoot robot slowly rose, brandishing a frying pan the size of football goalposts, smashing trailers an puppies left and right.
The tech guy whistled.
“Our intelligence says she’s called ’Darlette’.”
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