The instant I jumped into one of the numerous hallways of Castle Doom, a robot spotted me. It spoke in such a droning voice.
"You are an intruder of Castle Doom. You are ordered to freeze right there, or I'll blast you."
Letting my eyes look around in such a way, the robot would not notice, I spotted an air vent on the wall. Quietly taking the laser gun from the holster on my gear belt, I hurriedly shot a laser right at the robot's plasma gun. The laser immediately disabled the robot's main weapon. Before it had time to react, I had slithered into the vent. Due to my using some of the wind-up toys up earlier, I had enough room in my knapsack to put the gear belt in, which was a big help in my being able to get through vents then. Quickly and quietly, I started to crawl down the small passageway. Every vent I came across, I looked through. One room I got to be above was the kitchen. In there, Castle Doom's cook, who happened to resemble a combination of all of the cafeteria workers at my school, was fixing what appeared to be some Latverian stew. When she had her back turned, I grabbed the mortar and pestle from the counter near the stove. Silently, I took out the poisonous mushrooms from the gear belt in the knapsack, folded the nostrils of my nose in so I would not smell any toxic fumes, and started crushing the fungi with the mortar and pestle. The results of this were an extremely fatal paste that I put into the stew when the sorry sap of a woman was not paying attention. As I crawled away from that vent, I whispered.
"Bone appetit freaks."
The next room I came across proved Doom's horrible taste in art. That room was his painting gallery. I made sure there were no servants, robot or human, wandering about, and then I crawled through into the room. It was obvious here that Doom was too obsessed with seeing my stepfather and me dead. The large painting that was the centerpiece of the gallery had Father and I being crucified. In the background, Ben, Sue, and Johnny were suffering the same form of torture, except on rocks. Doom had finally got the best of me with that then. I made the decision that I was really going to give in an indirect way what he had coming starting with that piece of trash painting. I took out from my knapsack one of the three lipsticks. With that lipstick, I wrote the following message on that so-called masterpiece.
"I thought this painting could use a little bit more color."
And, I did not mean VISUAL COLOR with that message. Other paintings I ruined included his precious portraits of him before the lab accident that gave him the scarred face, which he wrongfully accuses my stepfather of setting up. With the lipstick, I drew mustaches, beards, goatees, and/or moles onto what was to Doom a handsome face. When I was done with that task, I snaked back up into the vent. I decided there had to be a fun, effective way of getting rid of a few hundred robots. In the vent, I brought out my miniature Talkboy from the knapsack. I had already set it up so that at the press of a button, whatever I recorded could be played as if it was spoken by one of my four friends. To make sure it was still working, I recorded this.
"All hail Marilyn Richards, Queen of the Universe."
I played it under all four preset voices. Every one sounded perfect. Then, I quickly got to work on creating a fifth voice, Doom's. It took me five minutes to finally get right, but I was able to create a voice completely identical to Doom's evil one. It sounded so similar to Doom; I actually had to restrain myself from laughing loud over Doom ever saying to hail me as Queen of the Universe. The next vent I came across led to a room that kept Doom's robot surplus. I slithered in, and got out my Talkboy. I recorded this message on it.
"Fellow servants, you are to annihilate any of your kind. When you are done doing this, destroy yourself! Now go forth my children!"
Then, I went and turned on all robots in that room. Apparently, Doom had not fed the I.D. software to his robots yet, for they did not stir the moment I turn them on. It was as if they were just ready to be given orders by whoever turned them on. I went back into the vent, played the Talkboy with the preset Doom voice. What happened next was incredible. I had never seen so much plasma fly around in one room. When the battle royale between the robots was over, I recorded this message and played it for what remained of the automatic servants.
"You have served your duty well, even for one who is not your true master!"
I crawled on down the tunnel to a vent that hung over a hall where two human servants were speaking.
"You want to know something Gregor, I am getting sick of the same thing for our dinners every night."
"Me too Otto. Why can't that stupid cook fix something different?"
I let out a quiet snicker as I continued. Those guys were indeed going to have a different meal that night, Latverian Stew ala Richards. Before I entered another hallway, I took out my Talkboy and recorded a new message on it,
"You have done well my fellow servant, and as a reward you will get a special treat that will help the gears that help you run."
Then I put on the black cloak that I had surprisingly kept. And, I took out two packs of gum and a pack of taffy. I got out of the vent, and walked up to one of the two robots in that hall. I played the message under the fake Doom voice. The robot actually held out his hand for his "treat". I smiled, this was going great! I put the piece of gum in the robot's hand The mechanized idiot put the gum in its mouth, and swallowed. The next few minutes, the gum would get tangled up in its gears. I did this trick to the next ten robots I encountered. Before I went any further, I recorded yet another new message.
"Fellow servants, go forth and DESTROY YOUR MASTER!"
But before I unleashed the remaining robots on Doom though, I had to take care of another security measure in Doom's little home, his watch cameras. At the risk of him seeing me, I wrote on the camera's lens the following epistles.
"Mary was here!"
"Welcome to my nightmare!"
"Nigh nigh nigh nigh nigh!"
"And you think you're smart!"
After writing those ditties on every piece of viewing machinery I could come across. I turned the miniature Talkboy's volume up to MAXIMUM, and left it in the middle of the hallway repeating the command to eliminate Doom. Compared to the ones I then finally went to find, I could care less about that Talkboy.
"You are an intruder of Castle Doom. You are ordered to freeze right there, or I'll blast you."
Letting my eyes look around in such a way, the robot would not notice, I spotted an air vent on the wall. Quietly taking the laser gun from the holster on my gear belt, I hurriedly shot a laser right at the robot's plasma gun. The laser immediately disabled the robot's main weapon. Before it had time to react, I had slithered into the vent. Due to my using some of the wind-up toys up earlier, I had enough room in my knapsack to put the gear belt in, which was a big help in my being able to get through vents then. Quickly and quietly, I started to crawl down the small passageway. Every vent I came across, I looked through. One room I got to be above was the kitchen. In there, Castle Doom's cook, who happened to resemble a combination of all of the cafeteria workers at my school, was fixing what appeared to be some Latverian stew. When she had her back turned, I grabbed the mortar and pestle from the counter near the stove. Silently, I took out the poisonous mushrooms from the gear belt in the knapsack, folded the nostrils of my nose in so I would not smell any toxic fumes, and started crushing the fungi with the mortar and pestle. The results of this were an extremely fatal paste that I put into the stew when the sorry sap of a woman was not paying attention. As I crawled away from that vent, I whispered.
"Bone appetit freaks."
The next room I came across proved Doom's horrible taste in art. That room was his painting gallery. I made sure there were no servants, robot or human, wandering about, and then I crawled through into the room. It was obvious here that Doom was too obsessed with seeing my stepfather and me dead. The large painting that was the centerpiece of the gallery had Father and I being crucified. In the background, Ben, Sue, and Johnny were suffering the same form of torture, except on rocks. Doom had finally got the best of me with that then. I made the decision that I was really going to give in an indirect way what he had coming starting with that piece of trash painting. I took out from my knapsack one of the three lipsticks. With that lipstick, I wrote the following message on that so-called masterpiece.
"I thought this painting could use a little bit more color."
And, I did not mean VISUAL COLOR with that message. Other paintings I ruined included his precious portraits of him before the lab accident that gave him the scarred face, which he wrongfully accuses my stepfather of setting up. With the lipstick, I drew mustaches, beards, goatees, and/or moles onto what was to Doom a handsome face. When I was done with that task, I snaked back up into the vent. I decided there had to be a fun, effective way of getting rid of a few hundred robots. In the vent, I brought out my miniature Talkboy from the knapsack. I had already set it up so that at the press of a button, whatever I recorded could be played as if it was spoken by one of my four friends. To make sure it was still working, I recorded this.
"All hail Marilyn Richards, Queen of the Universe."
I played it under all four preset voices. Every one sounded perfect. Then, I quickly got to work on creating a fifth voice, Doom's. It took me five minutes to finally get right, but I was able to create a voice completely identical to Doom's evil one. It sounded so similar to Doom; I actually had to restrain myself from laughing loud over Doom ever saying to hail me as Queen of the Universe. The next vent I came across led to a room that kept Doom's robot surplus. I slithered in, and got out my Talkboy. I recorded this message on it.
"Fellow servants, you are to annihilate any of your kind. When you are done doing this, destroy yourself! Now go forth my children!"
Then, I went and turned on all robots in that room. Apparently, Doom had not fed the I.D. software to his robots yet, for they did not stir the moment I turn them on. It was as if they were just ready to be given orders by whoever turned them on. I went back into the vent, played the Talkboy with the preset Doom voice. What happened next was incredible. I had never seen so much plasma fly around in one room. When the battle royale between the robots was over, I recorded this message and played it for what remained of the automatic servants.
"You have served your duty well, even for one who is not your true master!"
I crawled on down the tunnel to a vent that hung over a hall where two human servants were speaking.
"You want to know something Gregor, I am getting sick of the same thing for our dinners every night."
"Me too Otto. Why can't that stupid cook fix something different?"
I let out a quiet snicker as I continued. Those guys were indeed going to have a different meal that night, Latverian Stew ala Richards. Before I entered another hallway, I took out my Talkboy and recorded a new message on it,
"You have done well my fellow servant, and as a reward you will get a special treat that will help the gears that help you run."
Then I put on the black cloak that I had surprisingly kept. And, I took out two packs of gum and a pack of taffy. I got out of the vent, and walked up to one of the two robots in that hall. I played the message under the fake Doom voice. The robot actually held out his hand for his "treat". I smiled, this was going great! I put the piece of gum in the robot's hand The mechanized idiot put the gum in its mouth, and swallowed. The next few minutes, the gum would get tangled up in its gears. I did this trick to the next ten robots I encountered. Before I went any further, I recorded yet another new message.
"Fellow servants, go forth and DESTROY YOUR MASTER!"
But before I unleashed the remaining robots on Doom though, I had to take care of another security measure in Doom's little home, his watch cameras. At the risk of him seeing me, I wrote on the camera's lens the following epistles.
"Mary was here!"
"Welcome to my nightmare!"
"Nigh nigh nigh nigh nigh!"
"And you think you're smart!"
After writing those ditties on every piece of viewing machinery I could come across. I turned the miniature Talkboy's volume up to MAXIMUM, and left it in the middle of the hallway repeating the command to eliminate Doom. Compared to the ones I then finally went to find, I could care less about that Talkboy.