Phil, drop us here, please?
"Good point," Cerebrum admitted, "Scratch my last command, instead go to the
Alps and search all the mountains for a secret robot factory. It'll be
guarded by robots that look like humans."
"Ok, guys, 3 miles to go. Buckle up." said Dean, who, (out of habit) was
sitting in the pilots seat. He wasn't actually doing anything, but just
sorta checking that Phil could fly.
"How'd you know that?" asked Jay.
Dean pointed out the window. "Big Sign" he said.
and it was.
"SECRET ROBOT FACTORY - 3 MILES, NEXT JUNCTION. MAIMING AT LOW LOW PRICES!"
"Hm... so much for secret." said Philnix.
"Ok, well, now we're nearly there, where the hell is this damn ventilation
duct we've got to leap up."
"Erm... well, its not actually a ventilation duct." said WW.
"What?" said the others.
"It's a garbage chute." said WW.
"Oh, hooray." said Jay, using his sarcasm again.
"Phil, drop us here."
The Philnix kept on flying.
"Phil, drop us here please."
"That's better."
The Philnix settled uneasily on the ground at the base of a mountain.
"Now, where's this chute?" asked Tara
Dean "Raven" Thomas
Madness Takes Its Toll, Please have Exact Change
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