I walked into the doors of the Saturdays' household. It had been a week since I had slain T. Since then, a war was waged. We were on one side, T's army on the other. How he managed to survive I'll never know. I walked into Zak's room. We had been working on a project.
"I can't get those ones to work," he said. He was pointing at a couple of droids in the corner.
"I'm on it," I replied. We were creating an army of droids to fight with. I managed to crate the droids out of spare parts at their house. Right now, we already had thirty up for security. We had another fifty on stock.
"I need a photoreceptor," I said to Zak.
"What?" he replied.
"An eye!" I screamed. My patience was getting very thin with Zak. I mean, his parents know what a photoreceptor is, so why doesn't he know?
"He you go," he said, handing me a photoreceptor. I fixed up the droid and put it in stock. I did that with the others, too. I am so lucky that the Saturdays have these kind of materials on them. We needed an army, and we needed it NOW!
Suddenly, there was a huge explosion. Hundreds of soldiers were running towards the house. The also had tanks.
"Activate the droids!" I screamed. Zak pushed a button, and the droids turned on. I looked at Zak.
"Get to the turrets," I said. "We can't let them breach the security system." Then, there was an even bigger explosion. Smoke filled the room. I heard laughing.