AN: Okay, I'm not exactly awesome at rapping, but with Squarewave and Dirk it's gonna happen. I don't think I quite did Dirk justice, but here's hoping the attempt is at least acceptable if not great.

It took Dirk about half an hour to repair Squarewave. The newly revitalized robot immediately accosted him. "Yo, D-Strizzle, that guy cut me up somethin' fierce, but it ain't got a thing on what I'm gonna do to you in this rap battle!"

Dirk sighed as he gathered his tools. "Come on, man. I gotta fix the things he broke; I ain't got time to school you right now."

"He broke your computer, that'll take you an hour to fix. So shoosh yo' ass up and get ready for this. A rap battlin' robot, fresh outta the scrap lot, gettin' ready to shame you and move up to the prime slot! Yo Di-Stri, I know that brobot left you reelin', but why don't you tell me how defeat is feelin? WWOOOORRRRRD!" Music produced from Squarewave's speakers accentuated the lyrics.

Dirk turned to the robot, neither impressed nor amused. "Ok, one that was terrible, and two I'm not in the mood. Sorry dude..."

Squarewave continued to stare at Dirk expectantly as though he hadn't heard the remark, waiting for him to answer the challenge. The two of them stared each other down a moment longer before Squarewave started playing music again.

A smirk appeared on Dirk's face. "Alright, but remember, you asked for this thrashing."

Dirk loosened up, waiting for the music to loop back around. "Your style's erratic, my flow's epiphanic. When I'm through with you, you'll be in full blown panic! I'll give you one chance to flee, abscond if you wanna. You'll get no mercy from me, and my badass katana." His sylladex produced the weapon as he named it, and he promptly threw it at Squarewave.

"Aw man, not again…" the robot complained, jumping to the side to dodge the melee weapon turned missile.

Without skipping a beat, Dirk continued his rap. "You just stood there gawkin'? Man, you shoulda thought twice, the last nail in your coffin is this four wheel device." A skateboard appeared which Dirk kicked toward Squarewave. Dirk had completed the verse quickly enough that Squarewave was still off balance and the skateboard landed under his foot, throwing him off his feet.

"Batllin' with me, it's like playin' with fire. You're like a brain dead rodent, chewing through a Livewire." Dirk finished, the orange soda appearing in front of him. He lashed out with his elbow, sending the drink flying toward the helpless Squarewave.

The bottle hit Squarewave in the face just as he was getting to his feet. The force of the impact caused the bottle to burst, drenching the robot in the sweet liquid. Squarewave immediately stood bolt upright, sparks flying from several places on his body. "Ok, aszzzzt a robot, and alsszzzzo a free thinking perzzzon, I gotta say this sorta blows. That sszzzz*crack*ylladex is mad unfair, yo." He stuttered indignantly.

Dirk walked over and patted Squarewave on the back, causing him to fall over. "Nah, man. My rhymes are just sick. Sylladex just adds 'oomph'.

Dirk left Squarewave to pull himself together, turning his attention to the computer. Squarewave recovered soon enough, pestering Dirk for a rematch. Dirk shooed him away, having had enough for one day.

Dirk allowed his thoughts to drift as he fixed the demolished computer. He had known something like this might happen with the brobot, although he admittedly hadn't expected such a violent reaction. His older bro always seemed so chill in the various sources he'd found in his research, it was hard to imagine that the same person was responsible for the chaotic scene from earlier. Had he made some error in programming?

timaeusTestified(AR) began pestering timaeusTestified(TT) at 2:45

AR: I can almost guarantee, by virtue of being you, that I know what you're thinking. There's no sense beating yourself up about it.

TT: I know that.

AR: As do I, yet I find myself thinking I should have tried harder to stop you. All I'm saying is you're only human.

TT: I've been thinking of leaving the brobot active even once I've fixed this desktop. He made his intent to return once he'd had time to think quite clear.

AR: Yes, I've been toying with that idea as well.

TT: Well, we'll see what happens when he comes back. You wanna toss Sawtooth a message to keep an eye out for him?

AR: The amount of already done that thing you just asked me to do is, is incredible. I asked him to keep an eye out almost as soon as the brobot busted out.

TT: Cool. Let me know if he gets back to you.

timaeusTestified(TT) ceased pestering timaeusTestified(AR)

Dirk returned his attention to the computer. The simple machine was quickly repaired, and he was soon bored out of his mind. He whittled the time away chatting with Jake about his stupid movies. That kid could go on for hours about some ridiculous old movie that no one else cared about. Dirk didn't know whether it was impressive or just sad.

timaeusTestified(AR) began pestering timaeusTestified(TT) at 4:30

AR: Just received a response from Sawtooth. He found the brobot. Says he's cooled down and they've been hangin' for a while.

TT: Great, he give an ETA?

As Dirk asked, Sawtooth flew in through the window. Landing next to Squarewave and giving the smaller robot a fist bump.

AR: About four seconds ago.

TT: I gathered.

Dirk ceased pestering Jake and walked over to Sawtooth, returning the nod the robot gave him. "What'd you find out?" He asked.

Instead of answering, Sawtooth merely tilted his head in the direction of the window. Dirk turned to see the brobot sitting idly in the window, staring out at the sea. He hesitated a moment, half expecting another attack.

The brobot turned toward him. "Hey. Sorry about wrecking your shit. I can't say I was prepared for..." He said, stopping abruptly and motioning out the window.

Dirk made no response, merely staring at the robro. It turned to look at him again, its shades rising in confusion. "You're creepy as hell, you know that? Whatever. Come here, we got some things to discuss."