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Today was a good day. Was. Was is really pulling its weight in that sentence. Everything had been really good otoday up until about 12":30 pm...
Lunch time.
Mr. L sat chewing on a sucker in his epic brobot. He had spent like 7 hours polishing his metal brother today, and he was tired out. Was it wise for him to dtau up all night just to rub glorified goo all over his sibling for no recognition and only a little happiness? No. Did Mr. L do it anyway because he wanted to and because no one bothered himat night? Ueah. It was tiring grusume work, but it did get him out of teh drama, at least.
Mr. L thoughtfully spun the sucker around with his tounge as he tried to think of what he could do next. He had just updated Drobot's tires yesterday... he ran a mistile diagnostic test just a few hours ago... he didnt think any of the screws could eb lose based on the fact that he had tightened them all just 10 mintues ago after finishing ploishing... there was nothing left to do except kick back and -
GURGLE GURTLE
Mr. L jumped. Hr checked the time. It was near noon, and he hadnt eaten enything since noon yesterday. He was suprised. He knew he could get absorbed in his work, but he had never gotten so absorbed he forgot to eat before. He liked pasta and pizza and burgers or whatever too much to forget to eat. He ead just had this sucker since yesterday, and that wasn t enough at all, so with a sigh, Mr. L hopped out of his seat and sli d down the side of Brobot, landing on his feet and begining to make his way out the door to a fast food restuarant, or something.
MR. L had been midning his own buissness, just awlking and being emo in peace, when, of ocoure, as they always dfd, he was interupted and subsequencly annoyed by the rest of count bLeck's team. Today it was Mimi and O'Chunks decideing to piss him off, the two memebers he cared for th e least if you didn't coun Bleck, or Nastasia, or Dimentio or himself. They had been chatting in the hall about something sutpid Mr. L didnt care about, blcocking the way out, when they noticed he was going somewhere.
"OOOOooooOOh!", Mimi squealed, "Mr. L left his little man cave!" Mimi rushed over to Mr, L as examined his outfit for anything abnormal about him, beacise she was so suprised he was actally going somewhere that she had to make sure she wasnt seeing things.]
MR. Ll ginored her and just kept walking, but because he wasnt paying attention, he bumped straight into M'Chunks' big, sweaty chest. Mr. L was knocked off his feet and landed on the ground with a "hUMp".
"Ey! Watch weher you're going!" Mr. L shouted, holding his head as he slowly tried to stand back up.
":On, eye, my bad.", O'Chunks mumbked as he quickly grabbed Mr. L by his arm and pulled him up to his feet. Mr. Ll staggered for a moment, nearly falling over again from the force, but he eventually regained his balance, "So, er... what brings yeh out today Mr. :? Yeh never leave yer litt garage without, er... that brother robot o' yers."
Mr. L dusted off his jumpsuit and scoffed. He figured he could give I'Chubks the time if day today. "It's getting pretty late in the day for me to have not eaten yet. I figured Id go egt some lunch." he explained.
"OOOOooooOh." Mimi and O'Chunks said in unison together.
"Where were you planning on going?" Mimi intruded.
"Can we come with yeh?" O'Chun ks bothered.
Br. L fromwened and rolled his eyes. He was not looking to spend any more time than nessisary with anyone but himself nd brobot ever, and going to lunch with his stupid wcoworkers was definetly not nessicary, but the wya they were looking at him now with thier big eyes and excited smiles just irked Mr. L too much. He knew if he said know it would only get worse, so with an aggrivated sigh, Mr. L said "Fine." I'm going to Arby;s."
"OOh, I havemt ever been t o Arby;s before." Mimi admitted, "I have pretty expensive tastes so i jave just never tried."
""Its pretty good.", O'chunks shrugged. "Butin 2014 they released their gyro and i 'ad onea and it was teh worse thing i ver had. thing tasted like i was chewin' on a sheep made 'o rubber. i came back there next week an' tied to order a bgigger non sheep rubber gro and they kicked meh out and called meh "grotstly large n' full of cieminal intendts" and they threatened to call the cops on meh and it wasnt fun. Not sure wha t that was about really. "
Mr. L blinked an rubbed his eyes. "O'Chunk s I dont know what the point of any of that was."
O"chuks just shrugged. "Just felt like sharun' I guess."
Mr. L shook his hread. "Alreight whatever. Let's just get a move on then. Theless I have to be around you two, the better."