BAM.
It's the only word for it. BAM. BAM is the word that's going to open this story because it fits the story of our two heroes so well. BAM has had an impact on their lives in one way or another…
I mean, look, BAM, ratchets left on his own, alone, cold and working at a nine til eleven repair shop. He gets paid as little as possible, does the odd jobs, and spends his days ogling over Blarg T.V. Then suddenly, BAM- in comes the small robot Clank, rocketed from his origin point and ready to help save the world from his own creator. Suddenly, a whole series of adventures and an annoying hero later, BAM- they're fully fledged heroes.
And it didn't stop there- BAM, they went from one place to another, fighting off hordes of enemies, deranged scientists and the occasional crystal gatherer. Yes, life has been good to the two adventurers.
And as I have proven, BAM is the perfect opening as the exhaust pipe of Ratchets ship blew up in his face.
The small robot behind him laughed heartily. Clank was obviously enjoying watching his friends torment.
'E-he-he-heh-he!' he giggled, watching the annoyed Lombax brush his face down and scratch his long, fuzzy ears.
'Aww, man,' he groaned, 'five minutes an' already I've gotta migrane from all this work. I tell ya, those Groubers on Toxus three sure did bite…and it looks like they clogged up the distributor cap too.'
'Clogged up?'
'Yup.' The Lombax tapped the back of the vehicle and gasped as the cap fell away, revealing a large pile of goo. 'Well…it was.'
Clank walked over and quickly transformed his arm into a propeller, flinging the muck away. He had gotten used to light cleaning duties ever since they had stopped adventuring. After all, there were things to be done, like keeping themselves open for saving the galaxy. Their last adventure had left them short- the defeat of dreadzone station manager Gleeman Vox hadn't exactly been a well known achievement and the guys were feeling pretty down. Their last adventure hadn't been for over a month…so to deprive themselves of boredom, they had attempted to spruce up their lives a little…
Only, it didn't work so well.
Thery had caused more trouble than they were worth, even angering the mayor of Metropolis by setting off some sprinklers in the world 'hydrogenated food day.' Apparently town hall will never be the same again.
They had been shooed out of the casinos, grabbed from the gaming centres and banned from the drugstore. They were now bored, listless and struggling to find entertainment as they had been…
Well, left to their own devices.
And that can be considered in many ways.
You see, Ratchet was still an expert gadgeteer, no doubt, and was fixing up the latest weapons for the market. Of course, as bad luck would have it, Gadgetron paid very little for these innovations and often wouldn't even accept them. So the boys did what they could- used the devices whenever they could.
Today was no different. The two had actually believed that they had reached the final straw of their dull days, and that it was all over.
And then, BAM, all over again, as Stevo entered their drab little lives.