After a month, R160 was now an adolesant. Now that his tests are over, Blowhole had something in mind for R160 that day. Blowhole pressed a button to alert him. In an instant, R160 jumped out bed and followed the alarm. He found Blowhole in his weaponry room.
The table was littered with guns and explosives. R160 stared with wonder. "This looked so cool, Master! What're you going to do with this stuff?" Blowhole smirked down at R160. "You're going to swallow all of this," R160 jumped onto the table and picked up a grenade. He put it in his mouth and gulped it down. He started smiling and soon he had downed a whole dozen of them. He moved over to the guns. "Awesome!" He spun the gun in the air and caught it in his mouth, swallowing it. R160 saw that there were knives. He didn't like knives much. He silently moved around them and started swallowing his all time favorite thing: Dynamite. He had seen movies where things blew up and he seriously thought that was awesome. After he finished all of the dynamite, he called over Blowhole. "Master! I'm done!" Blowhole zoomed towards the table and scowled.
"The knives are still here," R160 frowned.
"I don't want to swallow those," Blowhole felt his anger bubble up.
"Fine! Let me just do it for you!" Blowhole grabbed a knife and held R160's beak open. Blowhole was mad that he didn't follow directions. He directed the knife into R160's beak. It was almost in there when R160 jerked. The knife just slashed the side of his face. Blowhole let go of the knife and stared at the bleeding penguin. "Don't disobey your master. Now you'll have a scar to remind you of that," was all he said. Blowhole then threw some bandages at him and zoomed out. R160 was shocked. He always followed his master's instructions and then his master hurts him. It didn't make sense. He thought his master liked him. He thought that his master was proud of him... But apparantly not.