Chapter 2:
Bass had a look of anger, a face of destructive nature. He kept saying the
name which Skratsman had mentioned."Delta". Bass was filled with so much
anger, that he stood up, charged his enormous buster and shot it out into
the darkness of the night. The energy shot was glowing neon green and flew
in the darkness. After a few seconds, it blew up. Flashing the bright
green. CRASH! A flash of lightning lit up the sky. It started raining. Bass
then went inside. "Where were you?", said Treble. "Nowhere.", replied Bass
"Anyway, I've found the so called, 'Robo-Lounge'.", said Treble. "Good---",
Bass cocked his buster, "---time to kick some ass."
Bass and Treble made their way to the prestigious establishment that Skratsman had mentioned. They were walking, looking at many of the streetlights and advertising lights. Until they found one that matched their search, "Robo-Lounge". "So, this is the place?" asked Bass. "Yea, this is...Now Bass, can you please keep your cool manage not to make trouble?" asked Treble. "I'm not making any promises..." said Bass. They then went in. The only thing that was there were a bunch of drug addicts and drunks. "Nice place, for a lounge...." said Bass. "Ok, Skratz said to ask for a man called Sparx." figured Treble. "Let's ask that dumb-ass guy over there" said Bass. They guy that he was talking about was a rough looking cyborg. He had a mechanical arm and was serving drinks. Bass and Treble walked towards him. "So, what'll it be? Ginger Ale, Beer, or Martini on the rocks?" said the cyborg bartender. "We aren't here for drinks, but thanks anyway." replied Treble. "Yea, we're looking for Sparx." interrupted Bass. "Sparx? Who wants to know?" questioned the bartender. "Let's just say, we put Skratsman's ass in jail..." said Bass. "Ok, come with me." instructed the bartender.
The bartender led them to a dark corner that had a bookcase. He held up his finger and out of the tip came a little metal rod that was inserted into the spine of one of the books. After doing this, the bookcase opened up revealing a long dark tunnel going down. The bartender led them down the tunnel and into a big arena. "What the fuck?! I thought you were gonna take us to see Sparx!" protested Bass. "I will take you to him but first you will have to prove yourself." replied the bartender. "What do you mean 'prove' ourselves?" asked Treble. "You'll see. Plasman, come!" yelled the bartender. A door opened in the distance and a jolt of lightning jumped out of it. ZZZZAAAPPP! "Hahahaha!" a wicked voice cackled. "What the fuck?" asked Bass. "I'm Plasman and you'll have to go through me to see master Sparx!" said Plasman. "Fine--, Treble interrupted Bass, "We'll do it!". "NO Treble, I'll do it." said Bass.
Bass and Treble made their way to the prestigious establishment that Skratsman had mentioned. They were walking, looking at many of the streetlights and advertising lights. Until they found one that matched their search, "Robo-Lounge". "So, this is the place?" asked Bass. "Yea, this is...Now Bass, can you please keep your cool manage not to make trouble?" asked Treble. "I'm not making any promises..." said Bass. They then went in. The only thing that was there were a bunch of drug addicts and drunks. "Nice place, for a lounge...." said Bass. "Ok, Skratz said to ask for a man called Sparx." figured Treble. "Let's ask that dumb-ass guy over there" said Bass. They guy that he was talking about was a rough looking cyborg. He had a mechanical arm and was serving drinks. Bass and Treble walked towards him. "So, what'll it be? Ginger Ale, Beer, or Martini on the rocks?" said the cyborg bartender. "We aren't here for drinks, but thanks anyway." replied Treble. "Yea, we're looking for Sparx." interrupted Bass. "Sparx? Who wants to know?" questioned the bartender. "Let's just say, we put Skratsman's ass in jail..." said Bass. "Ok, come with me." instructed the bartender.
The bartender led them to a dark corner that had a bookcase. He held up his finger and out of the tip came a little metal rod that was inserted into the spine of one of the books. After doing this, the bookcase opened up revealing a long dark tunnel going down. The bartender led them down the tunnel and into a big arena. "What the fuck?! I thought you were gonna take us to see Sparx!" protested Bass. "I will take you to him but first you will have to prove yourself." replied the bartender. "What do you mean 'prove' ourselves?" asked Treble. "You'll see. Plasman, come!" yelled the bartender. A door opened in the distance and a jolt of lightning jumped out of it. ZZZZAAAPPP! "Hahahaha!" a wicked voice cackled. "What the fuck?" asked Bass. "I'm Plasman and you'll have to go through me to see master Sparx!" said Plasman. "Fine--, Treble interrupted Bass, "We'll do it!". "NO Treble, I'll do it." said Bass.