Well it's been... a while. Instead of addressing that absence i'm just going to ignore it. Okay? okay.

Charon looked through the scope of the rifle, thinking that they were well and truly fucked at this point. And of all the sights he would have expected in this new land, an army of face robots would not be in the top ten.

He supposed he should tell Joker.

"Lets kill them."

"We can't kill them."

"Why not?"

"You know why."

This is how the argument had been going for the past 15 minutes, as Arcade and Amber couldn't decide on what to do with the new arrivals.

"We have like four hundred robots here Arc. Please?" Amber pleaded.

"No."

"I promise I'll be quick. You'll only have to wait here for, like, 20 minutes. Tops."

"Amber, i've already told you that we can't just kill them. We need a reason."

"I've never needed one before."

"Amber, they could have twice our numbers in there. I don't feel like dying today."

"Okay then Debbie downer. Way to kill my buzz."

Arcade sighed, rubbing his temple. It was always like this with her. He loved Amber like a daughter, but she was just so damn... crazy.

"How about this Arc" Amber started "We send them a message, and ask them to send some people out to us to see if their friendly. And if not..."

"Okay I get it Amber. Fine, I guess that's the best i'll get out of you. But let me talk."

Arcade cleared his throat and cupped his hands around his mouth "Hello friends. My name is Arcade Gannon, and I think we should talk. Please send out your leader to treat with us."

Amber rolled her eyes "wow, great speech Arc."

"Oh, like you could do better."

Joker sat in a cell in the prison that Doc had sectioned off as his clinic. He was smoking with Doc Mitchell and talking about his condition.

"So Doc... you can't do anything about it?"

"I can't" Doc Mitchell admitted. "In all honesty... I don't even know how this happened. What you've told me... this is groundbreaking."

"That's what everyone always told me" Joker recalled "That I was a modern miracle. I was kept in a lab until I was 8 Doc... and even then it was only to put me in live fire situations."

"So none of your... siblings were as advanced as you?" Doc Mitchell asked.

"No. God knows Belle always hated me for it. And Measles... nobody knows what he was thinking. He always hated me too, I think. Because according to him I was "Too human". Man I miss those bastards sometimes."

Just then, there was a knock at the door. A super mutant walked in looking distressed. "Um... boss... I think we may have a problem."

"Okay Charon... how many robot... things... do they have?"

"About 400 by my count boss."

Joker sighed and rubbed his temple. They were wasting time standing there on the prison tower, looking down at what may very well be their demise. He doubted they would wait much longer.

"Any suggestions..." Joker pleaded.

"How about this" Charon put in "We send the Doc out to talk with them. He might know who these people are."

"Good. Great actually. Somebody get him and send him out. Tell him i'm going with him to. Lets see how friendly our new friends are."