YAY! Chapter 2! Thanks to everyone who read it, and special thanks to who reviewed :] I was happy reading every one of them!

This chapter's a little longer than I thought it'd be, since I couldn't find any good cliff hangers, but that just means more humor for your buck.

R&R is always appreciated. I don't own Rockman stuff, just the story line.

Chapter 2…

After a few seconds of flying, Forte managed to steer the ship onto a busy road, cars swerving to get out from underneath the massive ship.

"You know, Wily," Forte yelled over the honks to the good doctor pressed against his seat, "it's a good thing we're not on the good side of the law, or else I'd be concerned right now, considering how fast we're going."

"Forte you're going to use up all of the gas at this speed!" Wily screamed.

"Okay, let's fill up here!" Forte made a sudden swerve into a gas station, slamming the brakes as he stopped before the gas station store window to speak to the manager.

"See, one foot," Forte smiled to Wily, before turning to the manager, who was a stout man in his late 30s. "Hi! We need a fill up."

Horrified by the devilish robot and his insanely designed mode of transportation, the manager decided serving this customer was a bad choice.

"Uh, sorry, n-no vacancies at the pumps"

Forte's jaw dropped. "Wily!" he yelled, "Did you hear that! This guy just called us vacancies!" he turned back to the manager, "How dare you insult us!"

"Moron…" Wily mumbled.

Forte looked down at the controls. "Where's that damned garage opener?" Finding the "garage opener", Forte readied his palm in mid air, "You'll pay!" and slammed his hand down, releasing the laser once more.

When the light subsided, all that was left was a massacred building merely four feet high, and a partial corpse on the ground.

"You just vaporized that man's whole left side."

"Hm," Forte responded, "I guess he's alright now, huh?" Forte couldn't help but smile.

(Boy was he PUNny.)

"Oh my god, Forte shut up." Wily rubbed his temples.

Forte scoffed, "Oh yeah, you're just too much of a pansy to do something about being insulted." Forte raised his voice, "You are a vacancy!"

"Huhh, am I?" Wily asked. "I think your lingual program is malfunctioning… but, you've been nothing by stupid this whole trip. You may just be retarded."

A little name calling later (and calling each other names which weren't actual profanity, simply words taken out of context) Forte drove… or crashed the ship into one of the gas pumps, the fluid starting to gush out of the remains of the pump like a geyser. As if he had just pumped gas the right way, Forte got out, opened the gas port in the ship, and waited for the tank to fill with raining gasoline.

Once the tank filled up, Forte closed the port, shook himself to remove the gas that had splattered him, and climbed back into the ship. Once back into the driver's seat, Forte found Wily with his head in his hand, fingers rubbing his temples, regretting letting the crazy war machine drive after the three things he had already exploded.

"Hey! Senile!" Forte yelled, "Don't sleep now, the tank is full, we can go to the hardware store!"

Forte reached over to the GPS and turned it back on, the screen showing the directions again. It took but a moment for the first direction to be announced.

"Turn around, Bastard." The woman's voice from the GPS said.

A little confused at this direction, Forte decided to comply to avoid getting yelled at by Wily again. He unbuckled his seat belt, climbed to his knees in the driver seat, and obediently turned and gazed over the head rest behind him.

"Child." Wily sweetly called to the 'bot, finally lifting his head up.

"What?"

Wily leaned towards him, "She means turn the ship around!" he yelled, slapping Forte in the back of the head.

Rubbing his head, Forte yelled back, "She said 'Bastard'! I assumed she was referring to me!" He emphasized his point by slapping Wily back.

"Yes you are the only one who would instantly respond to 'Bastard'."

"Hrrr, let's just go to Mike's Hardware." Forte sat back in the driver's seat and grasped the wheel.

"Turn around, Bastard." The GPS said again.

Forte figured he should get out of the gas station before turning around. Since Forte still didn't know how to set the ship to reverse, he decided on making the tight U-turn right where he was. That's a big mistake when flying a massive, thousand ton ship. As he maneuvered the ship to make a sharp turn, he hit all of the gas pumps, causing them all to spout gasoline as well. Forte wouldn't have known though, since the force of the turn launched Dr. Wily out of his seat, causing him to flip, and smack into the windshield, inches away from Forte and obscuring his view.

"My God you're ugly, aren't you?" Forte blatantly commented.

"Ugh, call a doctor; I think you busted my spine!" Wily yelled, over exaggeratedly, as he slid off of the windshield.

"No I think you want a plastic surgeon, not a doctor." Forte grabbed Wily by his collar, tossing him back to his seat. He landed upside down, like anyone cared. "While you're chilling there, you should write down the shit you want from the hardware store, since you seem to be a little vague on common thoughts, like sitting correctly in a seat."

Righting himself, Wily found a pen and a notepad in the cubby of the ship, and began to jot down some of the items he needed.

Forte glanced at what Wily was doing and chuckled. "You're gunna need a smiiiiiiiidge more paper than that, Doc."

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So that's chapter 2. I think this story might be a lot longer than I suspected. But that's fine, since I get to come up with everything lol.

Do you get the jokes? I'm not underestimating the intelligence of the readers, so I assume that they were good ones to y'all? Tell me what you think! & feel free to contribute little scenarios you imagine for this story & I can try to fit them into this storyline, since the plot's all sketched out, it's just the funny that needs to be put in.

xoxo