Bones growled at the lab doors, hearing someone smashing their fists on the other side. "DANGER! GROWL, GROWL! BARK, BARK!" he alerted.
"BONES! LET ME IN, YOU CLOT!" Bones' ears perked up.
"Black? Is that really you?"
"Last time I checked, yeah." The dog trotted over to a big, red button. He lifted his paw and pushed down on it. The doors opened and Black stumbled in. The doors closed and Bones wagged his tail, following behind Black as he made his way to his planning board. "The Blackbott's destroyed…" he took a pen and tapped the board, lighting up an electric blue. "So I shall re-build it! Ha-ha!" he started scribbling on the board. Bones trotted up and looked up to the board. His face dropped.
"You're not telling me THAT'S your design, are you?" Black looked down to the disapproving dog.
"What? You got a problem, mate?" he asked, continuing his design.
"It's exactly like the first one." He mumbled. Black spun around with a shocked looked on his face.
"EXCUSE ME? Bones, mate! The other one 'ad EIGHT legs! 'is one 'as TWELVE! HAHA! Its goi'n ta be the biggest, scariest villain contraption EVER!"
"Yes, well... that's what you thought about your other one, and look what happened to THAT." Black stopped drawing and thought for a while. After a while his eyes lit up.
"AH-HA! I'll have me self a little force field do-hicky! IT'S GENIUS!" Black added the adjustment to the sketch.
"He's gonna laugh, isn't he?"
"MWHAAHAHHAHAHA!"
"(Sigh)…."