"A3 connects to B3…"

"Yah sure? Maybe it's B3 that connects into A3…"

"Does it matter?"

"It sure does! You can't stick a turkey through a closed oven door!"

"I think I understand your hick metaphor. Let's just try it and see what happens…"

Scooter grunted as he shoved the B3 rod into A3 slot. A dull click meant that it fit and would stick in. Gaige did the same for the other arm. Moxxi staid by the sidelines to keep looking for any Claptrap blueprints on the EchoNet. The rest of the Crimson Raiders just waited by as the only mechanics tried to repair the last Claptrap in existence.

"I wonder what happened to all those repair kits we used?" Brick wondered out loud. "Pretty sure we can find one nearby…" He started to tap on his Echo device to start the quest. "Weird, I ain't finding the location on the map…and there's no quest to go find a repair kit…"

"That's because Jack had them all destroyed." Maya filled Brick in. "Following his rise to the CEO position, one of his first orders were to destroy all Claptrap and anything related to them. That includes the repair kits, the factories, the small-time businesses that offered Claptrap repairs, the bobbleheads, the car accessories, and even those delicious mints." Maya sighed. "The only Claptrap things that still exist are this poor guy and the junk art made out of dead Claptraps."

"Amazing how this one Claptrap survived everything…" Mordecai admitted, raising a hand to his chin.

"As annoying as this unit is, he has endured a lot." Athena started before listing off: "He has went through multiple bandit attacks, being reconfigured into the Interplanetary Ninja Assassin, being in the middle of a exploding tank, shot up again and forced back into becoming a regular Claptrap, kidnapped by Jack and reworked into the Fragtrap, survived a crash landing in space, shot out of a moonshot cannon, became a circuit breaker, suffered through the same things that all Vault Hunters went through on a daily basis, became infected with a brain-eating worm, nearly got destroyed by a singularity, being torn up by Jack and launched back to Pandora, returned to being the only Claptrap in existence while being stranded in a frozen wasteland with corpses of his fallen race for company, routinely tortured by bandits, had his eye torn out by a bullymong, electrocuted by a fence, blown up a cannon, nearly getting destroyed by Hyperion forces, causing another crash landing, nearly got torn apart by natives…I might be missing a few things, but I believe I've covered the major details."

"Where did you learn all that?" Lilith had to ask, still suspicious of the former assassin.

"I was present for most of the troubles this Claptrap went through, the rest I found by watching surveillance tapes or reading about them on EchoNet blogs…like yours." She pointed a finger and moved it around the room, pointing to each Vault Hunter around. "Gaige's blog is the more informative one I must admit. While possessing a unusual form of grammar and spelling that relies on numbers in place of letters, she does include the most details."

"Hey, it's what I do." Gaige shrugged as she shoved in Claptrap's arm.

"How's the scrapbag coming along?" Marcus came in with a huff. "I'm not interested in Claptrap's well-being, but I'm interested in using him to deliver packages to some…customers down east."

"Well…" Scooter wiped off a smudge of oil on his brow; or rather smudge it in even more. "Here I thought Claptraps were made out of junk. But no, these suckers need spe-ecific parts to run all their systems! Whoever thought this would work must be whacked-out on the drugs or something!"

"The designer was working on the personality problem when he died." Athena brought up. "And I remember finding a record about Jack having problems reworking Claptrap into Fragtrap. Those repair kits that the original generation Vault Hunters kept finding were just the only way to repair these walking junk piles."

"Oh." Brick blinked. "So, vending machine, fridge, nightstand?"

"What?" Everyone collectively asked, turning a raised eyebrow at Brick.

"For Claptrap once he's dead." Brick shrugged sheepishly. "Hey, waste not…"

"We can repair him!" Gaige shouted as she shoved some wires. "We're going to need a little help tho'. Hey, Zer0! Get me into contact with Doc Alpha, would ya?" The assassin nodded and tapped a few things on a nearby console. A few blips and beeps later and on the screen came a human male with short black hair, rectangle glasses and a rather annoyed look on his face. "Sorry for waking you up Doc, but I need you to look at this machine…"

"…of course." Alpha groaned. "You wake me up so I can help you repair a Claptrap." Alpha sighed and placed a hand over his face. "Well, at least I can add to my resume that I repaired the last Claptrap in existence." A few keyboard taps were heard over on his end and out from the console came a few wires that went into Claptrap and went work doing whatever wires that magically came out of a computer…magic science you could say. "Geez, that modem went out of style and usage years ago! I knew Claptraps were junk, but still…"

"Whose this guy?" Brick asked, wondering about the new guy that hadn't mentioned before until now.

"Only of the greatest minds of our century!" Gaige gasped, sounding all offended. "This guy can turn a pile of scrap metal into a killer robot! A heap of wires into a computer capable of outracing most modern-day comps! If he can't fix Claptrap…I'm pretty sure he can make Claptrap into something usable." She sighed as she tried to keep up with the magic wires working inside of the comatose Claptrap.

"I'm not that special." Alpha sighed. "Just a guy trapped in a high-tech lab armed with constantly-evolving technology."

"Pretty sure he's also a huge geek." Gaige added as she turned her head over to look at the monitor tracking Claptrap's 'vitals'. Whatever Alpha was doing with his wires started to bring Claptrap back to life. The bored-looking magician of mechanics suddenly seemed invested as he too looked over to a different monitor on his end. He grumbled something as he looked away from the operation and scooted his chair over to a few computers to type something in. Everyone went quiet as the tests continue to run, the only sound in the air were that of running machines.

But don't worry. All the silence got filled up soon. "Annddd…reboot! Man, I felt like a brick got jammed inside of my body and got removed by taking a pickaxe to it! Holy cow, did that HURT! Hey, how did I get here anyway? Did I get launched through out of cannon again and land into a wall? I don't recall signing any waver! Wait, unless I was used as ammo by bandits again…did bandits attack Sanctuary? Or was it Hyperion? Another company? Atlas' Revenge? Some sort of crossover with some serious series or a series that haven't had a entry in years? Is everyone okay? Did my house survive?"

"QUIET!" Alpha shouted, making everyone jump. "Look, welcome back to the world of the living." Alpha continued to type away at his computer before looking back to the view screen. "But while I was working on your repairs, I ran a few diagnoses on your systems. All of your parts are outdated, your modem is struggling to keep up…I pulled a few bypasses so you won't suddenly explode or shut-down again…but…" He sighed.

"Oh great." Claptrap sighed, or at least the robotic version of a sigh. He flipped himself off the table and rolled back and forth. "Give to me straight Doc. How terminal am I?"

"Let me show you." A few more types on a keyboard, and Claptrap's eye projected a red holographic screen showing a countdown. It started with three-hundred and sixty hours before ticking down the seconds. Everyone in the room looked at it for a good minute before Alpha pitched in with a rather damning explanation.

"Claptrap, within fifteen days, just a day over two weeks, your servos will lock up permanently. You will become irreparable. Effectively…you will die."