Clank dropped the book in shock.
"Snape kills Dumbledore?"
He said to himself.
He picked it back up and re-read the sentence.
Yup, he read it right.
Clank set down the book again.
Some of the better literature from the Milky-way galaxy, what a twist!
He thought to himself.
Clank looked into his internal clock. It was three P.M.
He had been reading for two solid hours. For most people this would be good, but for Clank, that was not so. Because by now he should have received at least one interruption from Ratchet, but he hadn't seen him since he went out to the garage to work on a ship two hours ago.
Clank jumped down from his chair and walked out to the garage. As he entered, he saw two large, yellow feet laying limp from under the purple ship.
"Ratchet?"
The feet shot out straight then
CRASH!
"GARGH!"
The toes curled up.
The Lombax rolled out from under the ship on a skateboard, a gloved hand rubbing his forehead.
"Sorry pal, must have dozed off. What's up?"
"You seem to be 'dozing off' a lot lately…"
Clank said as he examined his friend.
He was covered from head to toe in grease, had dark circles under his eyes and he had just moved his hand to reveal a large lump that now resided on his forehead.
"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired I guess. I might just go watch some H.V."
Ratchet stood up and headed to the garage door.
"Coming?"
Clank didn't reply, he just followed.
Ratchet closed the roller door after him and they walked together to the flat.
They both sat on the couch and Ratchet flicked over to a show about hoverbike racing.
Within minutes, he was fast asleep, drooling over his shoulder.
Clank wasn't convinced that the Lombax was feeling one hundred percent. He put his hand on his forehead, avoiding the nasty-looking lump.
Ratchet was burning up.
So, this was originally going to be a one shot but I'm making it three parts instead.
THREE PARTS AND THREE PARTS ONLY.
I know this because it's already written.
Please keep reading! :)