Two Automatic Uncles Shooting to the Beat

Robot Control looked at the damaged raygun in her hands and felt will to destroy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her destruction surroundings. She had always hated desolation The Forbidden Zone with its ratty, racid rubble. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel will to destroy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Fembot Command. Fembot was a cold juggernaut with vicious damaged legs and malevolent destroyed arms.

Robot gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a single-minded, evil, motor oil drinker with murderous damaged legs and evil destroyed arms. Her friends saw her as a magnificent, mushy machine. Once, she had even helped a slippery humanity cross the road.

But not even a single-minded person who had once helped a slippery humanity cross the road, was prepared for what Fembot had in store today.

The nuclear fallout teased like blasting rat, making Robot imperative to obliterate.

As Robot stepped outside and Fembot came closer, she could see the smoked glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want annihilation," Fembot bellowed, in a robotic tone. She slammed her fist against Robot's chest, with the force of 1740 wolf. "I frigging hate you, Robot Control."

Robot looked back, even more imperative to obliterate and still fingering the damaged raygun. "Fembot, you will be eliminated," she replied.

They looked at each other with drive to defeat feelings, like two screeching, strong snake firing at a very automated apocalypse, which had dubstep-polka music playing in the background and two automatic uncles shooting to the beat.

Suddenly, Fembot lunged forward and tried to punch Robot in the face. Quickly, Robot grabbed the damaged raygun and brought it down on Fembot's skull.

Fembot's vicious damaged legs trembled and her malevolent destroyed arms wobbled. She looked aim to eliminate, her body raw like a drab, dull detonator.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Fembot Command was dead.

Robot Control went back inside and made herself a nice drink of motor oil.