The Komui Menace II
"WHEE HEE HEE HEE!"
Komui ran out of the washroom, both hands raised in the air, laughing gleefully. Mystified, the Science Department members followed their supervisor out.
Johnny was still hugging to the pile of ribbish he had found in the washroom. Suddenly he paused. "Guys," he said. "I think the rumbling has stopped."
Everyone halted in mid-steps. "You're right, Johnny-san," Walter said. "I wonder why."
"Wonder no more, my fellow colleagues! I, Komui, shall now present to you; KOMURIN 6!"
There was a blur of metal too fast for the human eye to register. For a heartbeat or two, it swirled around the beaming supervisor like some sort of a miniature tornado, creating a whirlwind of dust in its wake. Only when the dirt settled did everyone get their glimpse of the so-called technological miracle.
Standing, or rather, posing in dramatical fashions in front of Komui were six human-sized robots. While not looking particularly sophisticated, each looked more than qualified for their respective duties with excesive amounts of mechanical arms and tools dripping from their metallic frames. But, more eerily, Reever noticed each robot bored a name of a Science Department member hastily scribbled in crayon on their chests, and were deliberately designed to resemble him/her, though rather crudely.
"You mis-spelled my name," Johnny pointed out. "And isn't using crayon a little unprofessional?"
"No no no no no," Komui wagged a disapproving finger at him. "It's not the crayon that matters, dear Johnny. What matters more is that Komurin must and is able to carry out your respective duties. Watch, and admire."
The supervisor clapped his hands twice. With a beep, the robot labeled with Johnny's name rushed forward towards Johnny. Taking the load of rubbish from him, it began to crush and shape the junk with incredible speed. More metallic hands protruded out from its torso to hasten its effort.
"TADAA!" the "Johnny" robot chirped.
In mere moments, the rubbish had been shaped into remarkable likeness of a muscular Komui statue bashing an unfortuante Akuma with a coffee mug.
"Waaaahh ..."
Komui beamed widely. "With Johnny Robot, everyone in Headquarters will no longer have to weep over the problem of waste disposal EVER again! And what's more, Johnny Robot will be able to beautify the place with macho statues of your saviour, ME, in every single corner! Rejoice, my colleagues, rejoice!
Reever wasn't sure that was something to rejoice about. Walter, though, rasied his hands excitedly like a schoolboy.
"What does Walter Robot do, Supervisor?"
Komui was only too happy to demonstrate. Again he clapped his hands twice, and Walter Robot marched forward towards Walter.
"Would you like coffee or tea?" Walter Robot asked, in perfect imitation of Walter's voice.
"WOW!" Walter exclaimed. "It sounds like my voice! Erm I'll like -"
But Walter Robot did not wait to hear his answer. There was a sound of working machinery and sloshing liquid as it began brewing a particularly aromatic beverage. Seconds later, there was a beep as Walter Robot took out a steaming mug of coffee/tea? from its torso and passed it over to a thoroughly impressed Walter.
Walter took a careful sip, and everyone held their breath as they watched. Finally Russell asked the question that everyone was dying to ask.
"Is it nice?"
"Hm ... It's DELICIOUS!" Walter exclaimed. "But is it coffee or tea?" he asked Walter Robot.
"Can't you tell?" Komui asked impatiently.
"Errrrrrrrr ...," Walter's brows furrowed in deep concerntration as he took another sip. "Errrrrrrrr..No."
"Well then," Komui replied hastily. "It doesn't matter then, does it? HAHAHAHAHA!"
Reever decided that it was time for him to protest. "My hair isn't spiky!" he complained, pointing at Reever Robot.
Komui shot him a disapproving glare. "Tsk tsk, Reever. Exterior is not important. You, of all people, should already understand that. It is what Reever Robot can do that is more crucial."
Again the supervisor clapped his hands. This time, instead of walking towards Reever, Reever Robot turned towards its creator, who handed it a thick stack of documents.
"Could you assist me with these paperwork?" Komui asked sweetly.
Reever Robot chirped, and in a single fluid movement, threw the stack of paper into its mouth. There was a horrible shearing sound.
"W-What's it doing?" Reever asked fearfully.
Komui pretended not to hear him. When the shearing sound ceased, Komui opened the compartment door of Reever Robot's torso to reveal a pile of shredded paper.
"Isn't this great?" Komui smiled. "No more paperwork left!"
"NO!!" everyone shouted.
65 spoke up. "Supervisor, why does my 65 Robot look like an oversized crayon to me?"
Komui was unfazed by 65's negative comment. "Ah, good question, 65! That is because it is my personal favourite; an anti-Akuma weapon!"
You're not answering the question, Reever thought sullenly.
Again the supervisor clapped twice. At once, multiple arms and weapons extended out from 65 Robot in an awesome showcase of firepower. Rocket launchers, laser cannons, flame throwers, and even a mechanical arm ending with plastic forks. 65 suddenly found itself painted with at least seven laser scopes.
"WATCH WHERE YOU POINT THAT THING!!"
"Oops, sorry," Komui said without a hint of apology. "Any last burning questions?"
"Well, I do," Russell said. "Shouldn't Komurin 6 be just a single robot instead of six?"
"AHA!" Komui's spectacles glinted from an unknown source of light. "The question I have been waiting for so long! I shall answer your question right away, Russell. BEHOLD, THE KOMURIN 6 SUPER TRANSFORMATION!!"
At once, all six robots began changing shape, folding away their arms and legs as they combined to form an even larger entity. Machinery whirled and churned, clanked and goaned in protest. The resulting Komurin 6 was indeed something to behold. Everyone, save Komui, stepped away in fright.
"BAH HA HA HA! Stand in awe and admire the saviour that is me, Komurin Six! Bask in my divine light! For I am not only a new fellow comrade, but also an anti-Akuma weapon, a coffee maker, an automatic office cleaner, all rolled into one godly combination! BAH HA HA HA!" Komurin 6 cackled, waving its arms in sync with the dancing Komui.
"It even says the same line in Supervisor's voice," Johnny noted.
"Oh dear," Russell sighed.
Just then, they could hear footsteps approaching.
"I recognise their voices," Reever said. "It's Lavi and Allen."
As if on cue, both Exorcists appeared before the Science Department members as they rounded the corner. "Hi Reever-san, Russell-san," Allen waved towards them. "We're back. My legs are so tired from all the walking just now."
The titanic Komurin 6 turned to face Allen, and the two Exorcists leapt back in fright.
"Hm ..." Komurin 6 intoned. "I will help you become stronger, Allen. I shall replace your legs with metal ones like mine, so that you will never be tired from walking again."
A huge mallet instantenously appeared in Lavi's hands. "You've got to be kiddin'." he said, standing protectively in front of Allen. "You can't do that!"
"NO! Don't attack my precious Komurin 6!" Quick as a flash, Komui removed a blow-pipe from his coat pocket and fired at Lavi.
Lavi deflected the projectile easily. "Ha! You cannot expect me to fall for that, Komui! You-"
Howling in anger, Komui threw the blow-pipe at Lavi, which collided solidly against Lavi's forehead. The Exorcist went down without a sound, unconcious.
Allen caught his comrade before he fell to the ground. "LAVI!"
Komurin 6 stomped towards the Exorcists. "Lavi is injured. I will perform surgery on him before I tend to you, Allen Walker." Metal grippers extended out towards them. "Do not resist."
Allen needed no further prompting. He slung Lavi over his shoulder and began to run, Komurin 6 hot on his heels. "AAAAAARRRRRHHHH!!"
Reever stood up. It is time.
"Johnny!" he barked.
"Y-yes sir!"
"Prepare to commence Operation: A Drop of Tear on a Rainy Day!"
