A/N: Okay, a little note about what is likely the most insignificant detail from chapter 2- 'Martin the Warrior' is a great book by Brian Jacques. If you haven't read it, then skip my story and go get a copy. What else? I hope you all can understand the 1337 speak in this chapter (sorry if I screw up with it).

Rock whimpered and inched away from his potential enemy. After all he had seen, he was entertaining the thought that he wouldn't be doing much fighting during his stay at the Skull Castle- a hope that was undoubtedly about to be quelled. Geminiman regarded him for a moment, and then grabbed his shoulders. Rock resisted the urge to scream. "Welcome! Come and find your better half with the Gemini Dating Service!" He paused to regard his potential customer. "Well...you're a tad young, but I think we can still help you."

Our hero immediately relaxed and followed Geminiman into his makeshift office. His twin was already shuffling through some papers, "Oh, we have another one? The only appliances left are the clock radio, the air conditioner, and now the old Gateway computer. Are you interested?" He peered at Rock with a large smile.

"Wait...what? You think I'm here to date a household appliance?!" Rock asked, thoroughly perturbed. The Gemini twins exchanged glances, "Well, yes. That's the only reason anyone ever comes to talk to us." The second one said sadly. "That or to complain to us about their dates." Added the first.

"GEMINIMAN! It happened again!" shouted a muffled, yet obviously irate, voice from the main doorway. The twins let out a simultaneous sigh, "Case and point. Care to help?" They asked Rock. "Sure." The three robots rushed to the doorway and found Magnetman doubled over with his head in a dryer. Geminiman groaned and looked to his twin and Rock, "Okay, we've got a #37- Magnetman getting his head stuck to the inside of the dryer. You," he pointed to Rock, "hold the dryer still while we try to pull him out."

Each of the twins grabbed a leg and pulled hard while Rock braced himself behind the dryer. After five minutes of pulling (and getting screamed at by Magnetman), all the robots did was exhaust themselves. "Stupid...electro...magnetic...force." Geminiman panted. "What if we cut off that giant magnet on his head?" Rock suggested innocently. "NO!!! You leave that alone!" Magnetman shouted, inching slowly away from him, dragging the dryer behind him with a loud 'scrack'.

"Wait, we can just get Metalman to cut you out," Geminiman half-heartedly suggested, "Problem is...you'd just get stuck to him instead".

"I'll go find him." His twin said with an evil smile.

"NO!" Magnetman took a deep breath, visibly calming down, "How about...I just figure this out myself. Thank you two...three. Well, however many of you there are. I'll see you around." He waved goodbye to them, albeit in the wrong direction, and struggled to get himself and the dryer back out the door. The second Gemini twin waited until Magnetman was gone and slumped to the floor, sobbing. "WHY?!" he cried. "Why does everyone treat us like this?!"

Geminiman knelt next to his counterpart and patted his back. "Treat us like what?"

"Just because we set Iceman up with the freezer..." he stopped to sniffle, "everyone else thinks we can do just as good a job with them. It's just not fair damn it!"

"Now now, there's no need to curse. There is a child present."

The second Geminiman smiled at his twin. "Oh please, that's nothing compared to what Dr. Wily said in front of Clownman when he found Starman wearing a dress the other day." Rock's mouth fell open, "Wow! Is it like this all the time when you guys aren't fighting?"

"What? Oh no, normally Forte is around to yell at us." The Gemini twins exchanged glances, "Yeah, where the hell is Forte anyway?" The first one moved to respond, and then stopped, "You know, I have no bloody idea. He's been missing for a while, come to think of it..."

Rock's face lit up as the Gemini twins continued to muse. None of the Robot Masters wanted to fight, Wily wasn't watching him, and Forte was missing. It was all too perfect. He would be able to get home with no opposition. "Hey, can I ask you guys a big, big favor?" he chirped.

"Hm?" The first Geminiman smiled sweetly at him.

Our hero cleared his throat; "You guys think you can show me the way out of the Skull Castle so I can teleport home?" Geminiman gasped, "Outside?! Oh no! You don't want to go outside!"

"Why not? I wanna go home." Rock whined

"Well..."

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That next morning, Eddie squeaked and threw himself at the closed front door again; dearly wishing Dr. Light had been kind enough to grace him with arms of some sort. He staggered back and ran forward, preparing to ram it one more time. "Ah, what a beautiful day for watching Rock rebuild the Ambord's house." Roll said sweetly, stepping outside as Eddie flew past her and into the kitchen. "Eddie?" She questioned, following the trashcan "Oh God, we locked you out again last night, didn't we?"

"Meep." Eddie replied, tossing her Gutsman's note. "Huh? What's this? '001101 011010010 010100 010...Gutsman!' Dr. Light! Come here quick!"

"What is it, Roll?" The doctor panted as he ran into the kitchen. "Eddie got this note from Gutsman last night!" She said sadly, showing him the crumpled piece of paper.

"I can't read binary. Can you translate it?"

Roll skimmed the note one more time. "I can but...it translates into 1337 speak, which is impossible to understand!" Dr. Light stroked his beard. "1337 speak, huh? I can read it. Dr. Cossack sometimes sends me e-mails in 1337 when he's drunk." The two traveled to the lab and Roll typed up Gutsman's letter on a computer:

'W00t w00t! H0we R j00? T00k R0k 2 Eye-r4k. W3'77 53nd j00 7eh 5krapz. W1L3 pwnz j00!!!!1 Wuv j00 L0tz, Gutsman PS: ROFLMAO!!!!"

Dr. Light shook his head at the computer. "Just what is that supposed to mean?! Dr. Cossack's e-mails never looked that convoluted." Roll sighed, realizing where the miscommunication was, "Dr. Light, are you sure his e-mails were 1337 and not Russian?" The doctor thoughtfully stroked his beard. "Some words were spelled with a '6'."

"Yeah, that's Russian."

Dr. Light ran a hand over his face. "Fine fine, I'll call Auto. Maybe he can read it."

AN: Okay, maybe that 1337 thing was a little cruel, so rather than waste more story time on it, I'll just tell you what it says: "Yo, how are you? I took Rock to Iraq. We'll send you the scraps. Wily rules! Lots of love, Gutsman." Fascinating, I'm sure.