Victor was surprised to see Daniella when she arrived at the Steamworks. She was certainly very clean, and nothing seemed to be wrong with her, other than her apparent bad mood. Before he could ask, the rather irate warship announced her presence in quite a rude manner.
"Your stupid fatty fatass fat fucking fat CUNT-troller sent me here for your stupid fuckin' chief engineer to run tests on me because I'm immune to that motherfucking plague that's goin' around!" Daniella grumbled as she got onto the turntable. "You better hurry the fuck up and get this the fuck over with so I can knock that damn drawbridge into the down position and do shit on the mainland that I really need to do!"
"Daniella, I understand that you are frustrated but I would appreciate it if you watched your language," said Victor.
"I don't give a flyin' fuckity-fuck how many fuckin' fuck words fly outta my fuckin' mouth!" Daniella snapped.
Victor sighed. This was going to be a very long day, indeed. He only hoped things were more peaceful at the Dieselworks…
Unfortunately, things weren't exactly much better at the Dieselworks. Den and Dart were at a loss as to what to do for Paxton, who was already feeling worse. Though they both would try to treat him to the best of their ability, the possibility of him not making it loomed over them like a dark storm cloud.
Paxton moaned miserably as workmen scrubbed at the newly formed rust patches on his face. "I feel awful…owwww! That hurts!" he said, "How long is this gonna take?"
"I don't know, Paxton." Den replied.
It was at that moment; the Fat Controller drove his car into the dieselworks and stepped out. He didn't notice Diesel 10, who rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "You couldn't have walked in from outside, could you? Lazy fat git…"
Paxton whimpered as the heavyset man approached him and looked him over. After a few moments, he made a sound of disapproval and shook his head.
"Oh dear," the Fat Controller said sadly, "this is quite bad…"
Paxton gulped, and Den and Dart looked at each other nervously.
"I want you to do everything in your power to keep him from getting worse," the fat Controller said. "If that's not possible…" he trailed off.
"You'll have to have me scrapped…won't you?" Paxton said quietly; tears forming in his eyes.
"No, no, no!" The Fat Controller said, patting the young diesel's bufferbeam. "I won't allow that unless the absolute worst happens…which I certainly hope to prevent that!" he said.
"Excuse me, sir, with all due respect, how are we gonna be able to save him?!" Diesel blurted out, only to receive dirty looks from Den, Dart, and Diesel 10. Chuckling nervously, he said, "I—I mean, don't you guys remember what Daniella said about this?"
"Don't remind me!" Paxton whined, shutting his eyes tightly.
"Ah, that is exactly what I was about to mention," the Fat Controller said, raising an index finger. "You see, Daniella is completely immune to this illness. She is currently at the Steamworks, where our specially trained staff will be running test on her to try to find out why she can't contract it." He turned to Paxton. "And tests will be run on you too."
Paxton gulped, frowning deeply.
"Now, don't worry, I'm sure it'll be painless—" Before the Fat Controller could finish his sentence, a stream of profanities pierced the air, echoing off of buildings and walls.
"You were saying…?" Diesel 10 said dryly.
"Oh…my," the Fat Controller muttered.
Back at the Steamworks, Daniella unleashed an obscenity-laced tirade at a workman who held a rather large syringe that was full of her oily blood. "You could've fuckin' warned me before you stuck me with that fuckin' thing! You fuckin' shitty ass motherfucking cunt!"
"Boss, um, what's a cunt?" said Kevin.
"Kevin! Please do not repeat those vulgar words!" Victor scolded.
"Sorry, boss…" said Kevin.
"Can I go now?!" Daniella said irritably.
"Not yet, Daniella. We still need to check a few more things," a workman said, pushing a plastic container underneath her. "We're going to have you leak a bit of oil into here," he said.
"Say what?!" Daniella exclaimed. "Lemme get this straight: You want me to leak into a bucket."
"Well, yes," the workman replied.
"So basically, you want me to take a leak, right here in front of everyone?!" said Daniella.
"Well…um…you don't have to put it like that…" the workman said, suddenly feeling rather awkward.
"Ugh, fine. I'll piss in the damn bucket!" Daniella said irritably.
"Must you make everything sound so vulgar?" said Victor.
As one of the workmen crawled underneath her, Daniella let out a loud "Ahhhhhh!" as the sound of trickling oil was heard.
"Kevin…go outside." Victor said with a sigh. "This is going to be a long day," he muttered.
