The sizeable congregation of Robot Masters gathering in the city square would have raised an outcry and drawn a crowd(possibly an angry mob as well), but thankfully they'd chosen to hold their annual day off meeting at night.
"All right guys, we're going to the Megapolis Arcade/Karaoke Bar as usual. Everyone happy with that?"
Every robot present cheered, and a few bombs exploded in the vicinity as well to shut up those who were a little too enthusiastic.
" 'Kay then. Move out!"
Someone yelled "FOR THE SWARM!" and was promptly decked for the bad joke, courtesy of Gyroman.
The Megapolis Arcade/Karaoke Bar was an underground spot for the Robot Masters to gather without being questioned a little too closely for their liking-it was jointly run by the six Light bots. Blues occasionally came along to 'watch the Robot Masters make idiots of themselves', as he called it.
All of them crowded in-most sat down in the karaoke section, while Magnetman and Geminiman challenged each other to a couple of rounds of DDR. Some of the other Robot Masters went to play on the various arcade games, while Skullman and Timeman started a House of the Dead two-player game. (the one with the guns you aim at the screen and fire at monsters. that one.)
"Any volunteers?"
The room was silent for a moment, then Brightman piped up.
"Hey, Pharoah, why don't you sing something?"
Pharoahman started and gave his younger brother a glare, then sighed.
"Fine..."
He got up and told Cutman which song he wanted, then grabbed a red electric guitar from its stand and clipped a handless microphone onto his helmet.
Producing a pick from seemingly nowhere, the Russian robot started strumming to the opening riffs before he started to sing.
This is the clock upon the wall
This is the story of us all
This is the first sound of a newborn child,
before he starts to crawl
This is the war that's never won
This is a soldier and his gun
This is the mother waiting by the phone,
praying for her son
"Nice voice" Quickman remarked, impressed. Metalman nodded. "Nice song, too. Who knew he liked that sort of music?"
Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Hung upon your wall, for all the world to see
Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be
There is a drug that cures it all;
blocked by the governmental wall
We are the scientists inside the lab
waiting for the call
This earth-quake weather has got me shaking inside
I'm high up, and dry
Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Hung upon your wall, for all the world to see
Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be
In an impressive feat of multitasking, the Egyptian tomb-exploring robot was following the guitar track as he sang.
Confess to me;
Every secret moment, every broken promise you believed
Confess to me; all that lies between us
All that lies between
you and me
We are the boxers in the ring
We are the bells that never sing
There is a title we can't win no matter
How hard we might swing
Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Hung upon your wall, for all the world to see
Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be
Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Hung upon your wall, for all the world to see
Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be
Pharoahman finished off with a particularly impressive barrage of notes and took a bow, smiling slightly as he put the
guitar away, returned the mike and walked offstage to the sounds of cheering and clapping.
Once he sat down, Ringman stared at him.
"You know how to play guitar?"
"Yes. Now shut up, I want to see who the next guy is."
A/N: Who will be the next Robot Master to go up on stage?
Tune in next time for-oops, nevermind. Vote, people!
(And it's ONLY Classic Robot Masters. I may allow EXE characters later on.)