Black looked up at his almost made robot. "MUHAHAHA!" he laughed evilly to himself.
"Do you have to do that?" replied his dog, Bones, which Black put an animal translator on which he brought from someone, thinking it was a flea collar. "Why? Isn't 'at what evil genius do?"
"Which is why you don't have the privilege of laughing like that." Bones replied.
"Com'on, Bones! Get into the evil spirit!" Black said, pulling down on a small leaver on the control board in the scissor-lift he was standing in. It lifted to the head of the robot Black was making, where he would sit in. he leaned over and banged around with a screw driver. "I must say, I didn't think you'd get this far with this robot." Bones said.
"Look, I know more about robots 'an humans, alright? That's one thing I'm certain of."
"Yes, one." Bones said, resting his head on his legs.
"What shall we call 'is do-icky?" Black asked.
"Something other than do-icky, PLEASE." Black thought for awhile as he turned a few notches and bolts.
"I got it! The BlackBott!" He said proudly. He slammed down the screw driver. Suddenly a huge red eye opened in the center of the robot. Black punched his fist in the air. "YES!" Bones looked up and his tail wagged.
"Well, at least he didn't-"
"MUHAHAHAHA!"
"-great…"