Heatman was having a very good day.
Two hours of sitting in an extremely comfy chair and watching Oilman get poked by the "flip-off stick"… a stick Cutman found that has a round end with a thin strip coming out of the middle of it… and Heatman still loved it.
"C'mon bro! Give me a break!" Oilman whined.
Cutman just smiled. "I'm the poker, and you're the pokie! Flip-off stick, attack!" he proclaimed, being careful to not point the flip-off stick anywhere but at Oilman.
Heatman chuckled. The poking itself was only slightly amusing… it was the banter of the whiny Oilman and the childish Cutman… who should've been called Cutkid… that made Heatman watch for two hours. That and he had thirty-eight twelve packs of E-tanks and a lot of time on his hands.
Not like there was going to be an emergency anytime soon. Heatman, the most relaxed of the robot masters, was usually ignored in favor of Fireman or Flameman, more competent and capable robot masters. "When you look like a giant Zippo lighter, work is gonna' be hard to find," Heatman always stated as a joke to concerned friends.
"Yo, Zippo-Lighter-Man! Help!" Oilman whined at Heatman.
"Oilman, what have I said for the last two hours?" quizzed Heatman with a smirk.
"This is too much fun to watch, so forget it. I can't take him on!" Oilman carped.
Heatman was annoyed with Oilman a lot of the time. Why Light made him so whiny and why Wily didn't give him back was anyone's guess. The only robot masters worse than Oilman were Clownman, Magicman, and sometimes Wily himself… only after a devastating defeat though, of course.
"Oilman, it's not my fault your weapon is a freakin' snowboard made out of some stupid oil," Heatman stated calmly and with a tone that had no genuine nastiness, but was extremely teasing in nature.
"I ain't gonna' take this any more!" Oilman screamed, and he ran down the hall.
"Well, I've been here too long anyway… and I was on my last twelve pack of E-tanks, so it's not too bad," Heatman reminisced, scratching a particularly nasty itch on his back… one that was covered by Zippo lighter and hard to get to by normal non-Clownman-hands.
"Well, it was fun while it lasted," Cutman said with a beaming smile as he put the "anti flip-off" cover on his stick… a black sack with a string at the top which made the "finger" and "fist" impossible to distinguish from the rest of the stick. "Wanna play checkers?"
"Eh, why not? Just let me put these E-tanks away," Heatman replied with a hint of a smile.
He was pretty open the rest of the day. Why not play some checkers with Cutman? Not like Oilman's gonna come back. Heatman walked out of the room with a large pile of empty E-tanks. Life was good when it had a flip-off stick.