Back at the now torn apart boat, the Servebot in charge, number one no less, was shouting out orders.

"You, take that piece of metal over there. Take all the bolts and put them in a pile over here. C'mon everyone, we need to do a good job for Miss Tron!" Over by the shore Servebots Six and Thirty were trying to separate two large panels of metal.

"Ugh, why does One get to stand around and yell at us? He should be helping us." Six complained as he pulled out bolts.

"You shouldn't complain like that Six, if Miss Tron hears you she'll make you go into the torture room!" Thirty winced as he said 'torture room'.

"What torture room? The ship blew up remember?"

"Ahh, good point. But she will still yell and give you even more work to do." Six sighed at the harsh reality.

"I know. Let's get this work done so we can take a break."

"Roger!" the two Servebots actually did deserve the break; they had both done a lot of work taking apart the boat. The two of them made a good team. They use to talk a lot when they were on missions or when they had time off. They were best friends even though they both worked in separate parts of the Gesellschaft.

"Ungh, phew, got it!" Six said as he pulled the last bolt out. They each picked up a sheet of metal and carried them over to the pile where One had told them to put it.

"Alright everyone!" One yelled over his tiny megaphone, "We all can take a break now that the disassembly is completed." Six and Thirty walked up the beach to where the trees were. There was a large field full of lush green grass a little ways into the trees. They played in the field for a while. There was a nice breeze blowing and it felt good to roll in the grass. They became tired after playing so they walked back through the trees until they could see the beach. They walked over to a nice big tree with lots of shade and sat down. Six closed his eyes and laid back against the tree. Thirty sat up with his pincers on his knees.

"Six, I've been thinking about what you said earlier."

"About what?"

"Well remember when I said you would go to the torture room if you were lazy?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well you said there was no more torture room and it made me think. Where are we going to sleep and eat and live? Our home was blown up by that mean blue guy. What are we going to do now?" Six looked up at Thirty. He looked severely worried and he was about to cry. Six sat up and moved over by Thirty. He put his tiny metal arm around his shoulder trying to comfort his friend.

"Hey, don't worry so much. We're going to build a new home with the money Miss Tron, Master Teasel, and Master Bon went to get." Six spoke calmly and soft.

"But what do we do until we rebuild?" Thirty closed his eyes and put face into his pincers.

"We'll probably live on this island for awhile." there was a moment of silence. "Don't worry, look around!" Thirty looked up. "See? It's really nice here! It will be like being on a vacation." Six smiled. Thirty smiled back.

"Yeah, I guess your right. But it won't be exactly like a vacation."

"Why not?"

"Because we still have to do work."

"Well it will still be nice."