Knife chuckles as robots topple over eachother in a vain attempt to get to him and RaN. "As anti-climactic at that was, I think I prefer this outcome." He says, kicking one of the Nazi-bots with the resounding clang of metal on metal.
I run after the gang member. "Hey now, don't be leaving without me, as your newest business partner I should see your operation before any further investment."
i regroup with trilby at Joe's "so what's our next move?" i say coming in through the back, i see joe knocked out on the floor "trilby" i say as i shaking my head then i radio knife "knife ninja this is shogun west we now have badass codenames for radio talk copy, what's your status?"
"We've found a possible lead, 'Reich's Puppet Shop'. If one of you guys's aren't busy go check it out." Knife radio's back.
"So, ever preformed a robosectomy?" Knife asks, crouching next to a disabled Nazi-bot.
"Woon and I can check it out."
I slide the soldering iron out of Joe, wipe the blood off and put everything away.
"If you get a chance, could you make sure Joe doesn't die of an infection. Or pan-related head injuries." I radio back.
I wake up handcuffed to a chair in some sorta strip club. Replicas of the Monopoly Man are trying and failing to be sexy on poles onstage. On the table in front of me, there is a Bluetini with a small purple midget doing laps in it.
I walk into the front of the bar. Sigma's still lying where he left himself. I splash some gin on him. Then some tonic. And then I toss lime wedges at him until he wakes up.
Enormous lime wedges start falling through the ceiling, crushing the Monopoly Men. The purple midget jumps out of the Bluetini glass and runs away. Somwhere, the Inception theme tune starts playing.
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