LATE NIGHT UPDATE! WOOOO! CUT MAN TIME!
All of the Robot Masters were gathered in the main room, patiently waiting for instructions from Dr. Wily.
"Alright, gentlemen!" he announced. "Before we get to work, I need to assign some duties and whatnot.
"Guts Man, for your little incident with the arcade, you're on guard dog duty for the next two weeks!" Guts Man only smiled at that, due to one of the few people in the building who liked the dog.
"Pharaoh Man," Wily continued, "because you did your assignment, I want you and Turbo Man to run that black market circuit I've made. Trust me, it's fun." Pharaoh Man and Turbo Man looked at each other and shrugged. It wasn't the worse thing to do.
"But now it's time for business!" Wily shouted. "Cut Man, gather the Metal Corps and work on that metal I just got shipped in here, I need it for a new Robot Master! The rest of you wait until you are given instructions." With that, Wily left the room to brainstorm new ideas.
"Alright, crew!" Cut Man told the Metal Corps. "Let's do it!"
As if on command, two Hammer Joes came in with the titanium order. They set it down wordlessly and left as quickly as they came.
"I think he wants more than just A Robot Master." Metal Man stated as looked at the large amount of titanium in front of him.
"Come on!" Cut Man said. "We got this!"
"The only reason why I'm working with you is-" Shadow Man started before being interrupted by Gyro Man arriving late and getting the snow out of his blade.
"Damn snow... oh hi." Gyro Man said. "Titanium. Got it."
With that, the Metal Corps started to cut the metal. It was all going well, until Metal Man accidentally cut the table in half. They quickly resolved by moving the amount needed to make a Robot Master (about a fourth of it) to another table.
"Hey, Tomahawk Man." Shadow Man asked.
"Yes?" Tomahawk Man replied.
"Why are you-"
"Blame the Americans. They designed me."
"It wasn't that. We all know that. I'm just wandering why you're lifting with your back instead of your-"
"Ah. Thanks."
They eventually got the metal moved to another table, where they got back to work.
"кто-нибудь уже смотрел чертежи?" Ring Man asked.
"Um... what?" Cut Man innocently asked.
"Have we looked at the blueprints." Gyro Man stated bluntly.
"No." Metal Man said.
"Wanna look at them." Gyro Man kind of asked.
"Sure." Shadow Man replied. He was hiding the fact that he was creeped out by his colleague's aggressive monotone.
""Torch Man.'" Tomahawk Man read. "He looks like Magnet Man. Should we tell him?"
"Ты чертовски глуп?" Ring Man answered. "Мы были бы мертвы, если бы сказали ему."
"Good point." Gyro Man said. "Looks like we're done."
Everyone looked down. They got the amount of titanium Wily needed to be cut out.
"Good job, guys!" Cut Man cheered.
"Who wants E-Tanks?" Shadow Man asked.
"I DO!" Everyone besides Ring Man and Gyro Man replied.
Russian translation (in order)
- Has anyone looked at the blueprints?
- Are you fucking stupid?
- We would be dead if we told him.
This chapter's been in my mind for a bit. Glad to get it out. The next challengers are the electrical robots.