"So, Spiny?"

"Yeah? Are you going to wake me up yet?"

"I'm still working on that. Just hold your horses. Now, I've got something to tell you. I've taught Robert the tricks of the trade."

"I'm afraid to ask this, but I'm going to anyway. What tricks did you teach him?"

"About nuclear weapons."

At first there was silence, but then Larry was electrocuted by every single neuron that surrounded him. He collapsed and shook. He looked up. "W-w-what w-was t-that for?"

"What are you crazy or something?!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Why on Earth did you tell Robert about nuclear weapons?"

"Well, I had to! I didn't do anything wrong. I just did my duty and told him what he needed to know about nuclear fusion, how to launch missiles, how to intercept attacks, and all our codes and keys."

"You will be responsible for anything that happens. Robert is at an age when he acts on pure emotion and impulse. He is at a very impulsive age. He is 12 years old! And when guys are at that age, immaturity is our middle name!"

"That's funny, I thought his middle name was Aaron."

"Grr! You know what I mean! Look, I'll make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, like firing a missile at the UN headquarters in New York."

"That's not stupid. That's something I really am considering doing."

"Now, Spiny…"

"Never mind. Just go do what you need to do."

"All right. I'll see you later. Or…talk to you later, that is."

(AT THE ROYAL OFFICE. TWO HOURS LATER)

Robert never realized that nuclear weapons were a whole ton of chemistry and physics and not much military science. Larry had used words so complicated and difficult that they weren't even in the Official Chemistry Dictionary for Super Nerds.

Sometimes Robert wondered how it was possible that Spiny could be as smart as a nerd but as popular as a "cutie-pie" as referred to by the girls. Well, he couldn't think of that.

A knock on the door woke him up from his deep thinking. A man who seemed to be in his late 30s stepped in the office. "Oh, excuse me sir. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Huh? Oh, no nothing. I mean, no you're not interrupting. What is it?"

"I see that Larry has taught you the basics of nuclear weaponry."

"Well, I don't know what he taught me. All I know is he said something about codes, some complicated molecule, and who knows what else."

"I see, I see. Very important stuff to know."

"And the worst part is that I've got this stack of papers about two feet high that I have to file before the day is out. I don't know when I'm going to finish. Or if I even will."

The man extended his arms out. "Oh, let me file those for you, please."

Robert stared at him for a good long while. "Uh…..no."

"No?"

"No, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that…..it's not safe." He got up and went up to the door. "I'm going to leave so, um, I'm afraid you have to leave too. No one can be in here if I'm not. Or Larry."

"Yes, of course." They both left the room. The man went to the nearest restroom. After confirming that nobody was there, he said to into his phone, "He didn't fall for it. No, he said he was going to do it himself. Tell the boss. He says to launch a real attack? All right. I'll be up there in a second. No one makes fun of us Red Eyes."

(LATER THAT AFTERNOON)

Larry was spinning around in his chair, waiting for Robert to return from the board meeting. When he finally returned, he said, "So how'd it go?"

"Can you believe it?! I'll still have to do school while being King?"

"Is that a surprise? Spiny goes to school too. Or he did."

"Well, yeah, but we're under tough times and I just thought…never mind. I'm up to here already and it's barely my fourth day! How can Spiny have stood almost two thousand years of this?!"

"Well, it wasn't easy for him at first. But he got used to it. After about 75 years of doing it."

"Seventy-five years?!" Robert collapsed on his chair…or Spiny's chair while being in use. "I can't take seventy-five seconds of this. I won't last a week more! I should be playing soccer or playing some board game tournament at the arcade with the guys."

"Will you please shut that part out of your life and concentrate on what's more important?!" He grabbed a file report from his desk and handed it to Robert. "Oh, we have this incident report. About thirty people in Tentpole City area have gotten ill with a case of E. coli. They got eat it from Willy's Burgers."

Robert jumped from the desk so suddenly that Larry got scared. "What?! You mean to tell me that people got food poisoning?! Don't you remember that we have health laws in this country?! Don't they cook their meat properly?"

"Uh…..Robert….it's a franchise restaurant. No franchise restaurant cooks their own meat."

(A FEW MINUTES LATER AT THE HOSPITAL)

"Spiny…."

"What is it?"

"I've got news."

"Good or bad?"

"Well….you be the jug of, I mean the judge of that. You see we had a small case of food poisoning with Willy's Burger restaurant. Thirty people got sick."

"So what happened?"

"ROBERT IS DRIVING ME ABSOLUTELY CRAZY!"

"Whoa, calm down, Larry. Really, I've never seen, uh, I mean, heard you this angry before. What happened?"

"What happened?! I'll tell you what happened. When Robert heard that he went through the roof. And after getting a verbal hurricane from him saying how we have health laws and why don't they cook their own meat and etc., he wanted to arrest the cooks of the restaurant."

"He wanted to do what?!"

"I told him that's not the way we run things, but he said, 'We do know,' and he just left."

"You think he'll really have them arrested?"

"Nah, he's just sore from all the pressure. He won't do it. I know he won't."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because if he does, I'll kill him."

"Say what?"

"Forget it." Larry stood up. "I'm going to go home now. I'll be in first thing tomorrow. I suspect that Robert will be in a foul mood. I just hope he doesn't want chicken for dinner. Ha! Get it? Foul mood? Chicken?"

"Yes, Larry, I get it. You don't have to rub it in."

"Okay, I get the hint. I know when I'm not wanted. Goodbye."

(LATER AT THE OFFICE)

The Red Eye finished guising himself and entered the King's Office. This time, it had to work. If not…then they would have to directly eliminate Amarkia. "Excuse me, sir?" he said to Robert.

"Yeah? Say, as long as you're here, can you see if anyone can help me with this?"

"What is it?"

"I need help on the construction of the new residential 80-story residential building that's under construction in Sauropolis. I know about it from the news and all, but with all these things happening in the past few weeks, it hasn't been able to meet the deadline."

"Oh, yes. I do have some advice about that."

"What is it?"

"Well, with all the inflation problems the past few days, our regular method of construction might not be so efficient."

"Oh, really? Tell me more."