A/N: Let's see, what do I have for you today... innuendo, childish humour, off-screen violence... tell me, am I becoming predictable?


Happy Hacking

Gibson stomped into the lounge looking like the proverbial thunder cloud bent on showering rainy misfortune on an idyllic picnic scene and headed towards the video game system where Sprx was trying to beat Chiro's high score. Otto watched and cheered whenever an enemy band of spaceships exploded into tiny groups of pixels on the screen while Nova was busy planning out the training sessions for the coming month.

The usually verbose scientist loomed over the couch behind the red monkey, sputtering and unable to form coherent sentences out of sheer indignation. He pointed a trembling finger at Sprx who decisively ignored it.

Otto regarded Gibson curiously. "Whatsa matter Gibson? Did Chiro fall into the hyperdrive? Again?" Otto asked wide-eyed at the prospect.

Gibson treated Otto to a withering stare and turned back to Sprx. "Somebody programmed my scanner to repeatedly display this." He practically shoved his handheld scanner in Sprx's face. The red monkey irritably paused the game and whacked the device away, out of Gibson's paws and onto the couch.

Nova and Otto curiously leaned in to see the words "I'm Mr Hal Gibson and I compensate with long, boring words" flashing proudly on the screen in addition to being accompanied by a crudely pixellated animation of a blue monkey scratching its rear and happily eating a banana.

"How do you know it was Sprx?" Otto asked innocently. Nova just rolled her eyes at him and turned back to her planning, determined on keeping out of this for as long as possible.

"Because," Gibson hissed venomously and dug his fingers into the fabric of the couch. "When I hacked the program the override password turned out to be Sprx-77 is the red hot demon of you're dreams. And Sprx, you misspelled 'you're'. That possessive pronoun does not utilize an apostrophe you insufferable brat!"

"Monkeydoodle if I'd known you'd grade me on—" Sprx slapped a hand over his mouth. He peeked sheepishly at Gibson who had retracted his robotic hand in favour of a particularly vicious-looking probe.

Sprx grinned cheekily. "How about a head start? For the sake of brotherly love?"

"I am going to pop open your helmet and replace that spot of laughably-connected neurons you call a brain with something twice as substantial - such as the bathroom loofah."

Sprx bolted for the transport tubes before Otto could point out that Chiro would need the loofah in the morning.

Gibson strode after the red monkey with grim determination painted on his face. Otto looked on with a mixture of concern and curiosity before he turned to Nova. "Aren't ya gonna...?" He nodded in the direction where bad things were most likely about to happen to Sprx.

Nova took a quick glimpse at Gibson's discarded scanner which now did indeed declare that 'Sprx-77 is the red hot demon of you're dreams'.

She shuddered. "Maybe later."