Hey! Shadowelecman, in the house! Just a reminder that all of my Megaman stories are in the same pocket universe. So, my last story, The Flip-Off Stick, is in the same world as this story. And now, on to the show!

Needleman was having a bad day. Normally it didn't matter, but enough was enough!

First, he had to witness Splashwoman and Waveman making out on a sofa. Ugh. This event made him remember his lack of a girlfriend, as well as lose his lunch. Then, he saw a picture of Roll and Megaman together. They were siblings yes, but still, the lack of a girlfriend for him shown through. Then his friend the internet pulled up extremely disturbing pictures of the robot masters as females, also making him remember his lack of a girlfriend. Needleman rammed his head against a wall in utter frustration. It stuck. C'mon, there are big spikes on his head!

"Could things get worse?" Needleman asked himself, ripping his head from the wall.

Unfortunately for Needleman, things got a lot worse. His fault, he jinxed himself.

Oilman came rushing down the hallway, screaming an annoyed cry. Needleman realized the flip-off stick had been at work.

"Why are they mean to me?!?" Oilman whined at no one in particular.

"Calm down Oilman, I'm sure you have fans. Somewhere…" Needleman calmed the frantic Oilman. Not out of kindness of course, no one was kind to Oilman except Roll, but she was kind to everybody except Dr. Wily. Oilman's crying was really annoying. Like eggs and a tuba in a garbage compacter. Not a pretty noise for those with no imagination.

"You… you're right. I'm better!" the deluded and now cocky Oilman said, lifting his head and beaming. Oilman changed moods at the slightest "compliment". Many robot masters suspected Oilman whined only for a freakin' compliment, but it went mostly unnoticed by most.

"Yeah, sure, now go the hell away," the depressed Needleman asked calmly.

"Okay," Oilman sang, skipping merrily down the hall. God, Oilman was a freakin' idiot.

Needleman decided that Invader Zim could fix anything involving girls. Except that someone had the Invader Zim complete series DVD. It was Geminiman. He was cocky and narcissistic, sure, but he was a good listener and brother. Needleman decided that he could settle with volume one of Invader Zim. Geminiman had the Twin Men and Doc Robot over and he would need the DVD. Those guys could make a very long party.

Needleman plopped on the cushy theater type seat and tried to turn the DVD projector on. Damn. No hands. Needleman forgot his Artificial Robotic Manipulators (A. R. M. s for short) at the computer. They were his hands. He needed them.

Needleman sighed and surveyed the lavish settings around him. It was like a real movie theater one pays to enter, only an extremely nice one, just one of eleven set up in Wily's current fortress. This one was tailored to the Invader Zim fans, as almost every robot master loved Invader Zim. The show so good Magicman loved it and he hated most cartoons. The only robot masters who didn't love the show were Clownman (he was just a jerk), Oilman (no surprise, he hates everything), Astroman (claimed the show was racist towards aliens), and Pirateman (preferred a good Pirates of the Caribbean movie marathon, but showed up in instances of gore and still "kind of enjoyed" the show). The theater had purple and green highlights on a black background with statues of Zim and GIR on the screen's right and left, respectively. Sometimes the statues would exchange witty banter, amusing people waiting for the DVD to start.

Needleman took the DVD (which was carried by a "happy-to-serve-you" type Mettaur" and promptly dropped it. He forgot he had no hands. Thankfully, the case and disc were fine. The Zim statue berated him while GIR sang a song of tacos. Audience interactive, Wily knew what he was doing.

Needleman let Geminiman and his posse have the Zim Theater while the Mettaur followed Needleman, as the Met had not been asked to leave yet.

Needleman decided to go get his A. R. M. s and watch the show in the normal theater, decorated with red curtains and a big Dr. Wily symbol in the middle of the two curtain's crease. But when he walked in the computer room to get his A. R. M. s, he found one helluva surprise waiting for him, one that Needleman's only reaction to was "What the f-?!?"

"Shadowelecman, what the hell is going to happen to Needleman?" You'll see in the next chapter of course! Honestly, I gotta post a chapter story at some point. Chapter two will be up by the Saturday after next, May 9th for those not in the know. Let's just say Needleman won't forget about his girlfriend troubles…