"GET IT OFF!"
The little robot squealed in delight as Tef scrambled around the room with him attached to the Irkens' head. Ral panicked thinking the robot was trying to kill him.
"Hang on Tef!" He said picking up a wielding bar.
"Nachos!" The robot cried out letting go and falling to the floor as Ral swung.
"OW!" Tef fell to the ground and held his head. "That hurt!"
"Sorry Tef."
Their attention was drawn to the robot who was giggling uncontrollably on the floor beside them. The suddenly stopped and stared in awe at Ral. "You smell like nail polish!"
Ral stopped for a moment. "Wait, I smell like what?" But then the tiny robot had latched onto him and squeezed *really* hard. "My organs! Stop!" He started panting. "Can't..breath."
Tef pulled a headset off the workbench and put it on in the confusion. He titled the microphone to his mouth. "Halt." He barked.
The small robots eyes flared red then paled to light blue. He then stopped everything and sat on the floor while Ral winced and held his sides.
"Ral, if you ever feel curious ever again I'm going to kill you." Tef hissed once the microphone was tilted back up.
"How, was I, supposed to know, ow, he was, a spaz, oh that hurts." Ral wheezed rubbing his sides some more.
Tef only huffed then tilted the microphone down. "State your name."
The robot snapped to attention eyes going red a moment. "G.I.R.!" His eyes lightened immediately.
"G.I.R.? What does the 'I' stand for?" Tef asked.
Gir shrugged. He then toddled over to Ral and hugged him. "You're squishy."
"Well, at least we know he isn't going to kill us." Tef sighed.
"Says you." Ral shot at him.
"This was your idea."
"Yeah, yeah." Ral said dully. "Okay Gir. Can you tell me anything about 'Gar'?"
Gir looked up at him with wide empty eyes. "Gar is baaad." He said twisting his voice up a few pitches.
"How bad?"
"Reeeeeeally Baaaad." Gir said in a half whisper. He motioned for Ral to bend down closer since he *was* taller than the little bot.
Ral bent down and turned an antenna to Gir. His eyes opened wide when the robot grabbed his antenna and screamed 'NACHOS!' at him.
He reeled back barely aware that Gir was giggling madly at him.
"Alright, I think we've had enough of this." Tef said, though it was amusing to see Ral get beat around by a tweaking robot. He reached over and flipped the power switch still attached to the robot.
The cyan died black a moment then snapped open in royal blue. Gars' eyes zeroed in on Ral and immediately held up one hand letting a laser pop out. "Immediate threat. Destroy." He said.
"Tef! Wrong button!"
Tefs' eyes widened and he flipped the first switch and flicked off another.
The light in the laser died along with the blue. But a red glow remained.
The two Irkens stood by a moment as the G.A.R. unit looked around, then at them. Then opened it's mouth and screamed bloody murder.
* * *
Tefs' left eye twitched as he and Ral sat at the workbench. The G.A.R. or more specifically the S.I.R. sat on the table looking back at them with red eyes.
Ral suddenly put his face in his hands. "I can't believe the S.I.R. protocol chips and the G.A.R. chips got mixed up like this. G.A.R. and S.I.R chips put together like this was bound to cause problems." He shook his head. "It's a disaster."
"Bots with Multiple Personality Disorder." Tef sighed. "You are so fired."
"You're not helping!" Ral yelled.
"Excuse me." 'Sir' said interrupting them. "Neither of you seem to be helping much."
"Says the robot with two crazy personalities." Tef muttered.
Red eyes narrowed on him but then turned away.
"What I want to know." Ral said pointing at Sir. "Is why you responded to 'Gar' and did everything a G.A.R. can do."
"I am in a fully equipped Ground Assault Robot body. I have the information for both the G.A.R and the S.I.R." The robot said sharply.
"Then how come Gir's name isn't Sir? And how come he turns red when he's obedient but it's not you?" Tef asked.
Sir looked at him again and leaned forward. "You don't want to know why that one does anything."
Tef leaned away from him. "Oh."
"If I might ask." Sir said turning to Ral. "What is my mission?"
"You don't have one yet." Ral explained. "You're body is supposed to be a prototype."
Sir paused. "No mission?"
"Nope." Ral said. He looked at Sir warily. "Is that a problem?"
Sirs' left eye twitched slightly. "No."
"Good." Ral got up. "It's late, we're going to bed. You can power down for the night Sir, there's a recharge station in the corner."
The S.I.R. saluted. "Understood." He watched the Irkens leave and turned to the recharge station. His eyes narrowed at it. "Stupid." He muttered.