Flynn's ears were ringing. He ached all over from grabbing Jasper and landing on the hard, rocky ground.

Groaning, he sat up. Jasper was beneath him, eyes shut, not moving.

"Jasper?" he rasped. "Jasper?"

Rapunzel came running over to them. "Are you all right? Eugene?"

"It's Jasper."

She knelt beside the boy and checked his pulse. When she looked relieved, Flynn knew it would be ok. "He's alive." She touched Jasper's arm. "Jasper, are you ok? Jasper?"

He slowly blinked his eyes open. "What happened?"

Flynn let out a rough breath. "Are you hurt?"

He shook his head, sitting up. "You saved me." He looked up at Flynn with awe in his eyes. Flynn tried to act humble but honestly, it was a good feeling.

But that good feeling quickly went away when he remembered the damn robot that almost killed Jasper.

"You!" he shouted, standing up and storming over to the robot, who was still leaning out of its spaceship door. "You could have killed us! You could have killed a kid!"

The robot almost looked… ashamed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I told you to leave me alone."

"Like hell you didn't mean to. You pointed your laser beam hands right at that little boy."

"I'm sorry," the robot said. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you even here? Why are you hurting people?"

Rapunzel came over, laying a hand on Flynn's arm. "Hey, let me talk to it. You don't want to make it mad and have it try and kill us again."

He wanted to argue but he knew Rapunzel was right. Sighing, he stepped back.

Rapunzel approached the robot. "What did you mean when you said you didn't mean to hurt anyone?"

"My mechanics are malfunctioning. Someone else is trying to control me."

Flynn snorted. "Yeah, right. That's some excuse."

Rapunzel shot him a look before turning back to the robot. "Who's trying to control you?"

"My creator. He's a bad man."

The way the robot said 'bad man' sent chills down Flynn's body.

"Do you want to hurt people?" Rapunzel asked.

The robot shook its boxy head. "No. Please. Believe me. I crashed landed here. I went into that town looking for help when… my blasters went off. I didn't mean to blow up that building. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I can't control it. It's better if you leave now before anyone else gets hurt."

"And if we leave, what happens to you?"

"I'll simply… run out of batteries after a while."

"So, you'll die," she clarified.

"Something like it. Well, until my creator finds me. And when he does, he'll reboot me and cause me to hurt more people. I'm trying to escape him. But it seems I won't be able to."

"If we help you fix your mechanics, would you be able to take control of your body again?"

"Yes."

"And you wouldn't be forced to hurt anyone else?"

"Yes."

Rapunzel stood up straighter. "Then we have our answer. We're going to help you."

Flynn did a double take. "What? Blondie, we can't."

"Eugene, yes we can. You heard…" She trailed off, turning back to the robot. "What's your name?"

The robot looks puzzled. "Name? Robots don't have names."

"Your creator never gave you a name?" Jasper asked. Flynn did another double take. He didn't know the boy had been listening in to the entire conversation and was standing right behind him.

The robot shook its head. "He said it was so I remembered my place. Beneath him."

"You look like a… Wyatt to me," Jasper said.

Flynn frowned. "Wyatt? Why Wyatt?"

"Because I always liked the name," he said so simply. Flynn couldn't help but pull Jasper into his side. The little boy smiled up at him.

"What do you think about the name Wyatt?" Rapunzel asked the robot.

The robot thought on it for a moment before nodding. "It's a good name. But I am not worthy of a name."

"Well, it's your name now," Rapunzel said. "And we're going to help you, Wyatt, because you need it. You're an innocent in this. Your creator is making you do bad things. He's making you lose control of yourself. What can we do to help you get back in control?"

"When I was in town, I saw that it had a blacksmith shop. A place like that could help me." Wyatt stretched out its arm. The metal around it was cracked and fizzing. "I need to repair this. It will help me gain control again of my mechanics so that way I don't hurt anyone else."

Rapunzel placed her hands on her hips. "What do you need from the blacksmith's shop?"

It shook its head. "No. I need to be there. Which means I need to go back in town but I don't think I'll be welcomed there."

The robot looked so fucking sad, Flynn felt for it. There was also the fact that the robot sounded like a little kid, which was just creepy.

"Why do you sound like a kid?" he asked.

"It's rude to ask people that," Rapunzel told him.

He gave her a look. "Blondie, I think we're well past formalities here." He looked back at Wyatt. "So, why do you sound like a kid?"

"Because… I have the DNA of a child within me."

That was the last thing Flynn had been expecting. "What the hell does that even mean?"

"My creator. He lost his daughter. When he made me, he put some of her consciousness into me. I have her memories. Her thoughts. Her voice. But I'm also me. My creator gave me thoughts of my own. Now, I'm a blend of the two."

"So… you're a little girl?" God, this was just getting creepier.

"A part of me is."

"Maybe we shouldn't have named you Wyatt then," he muttered.

Jasper looked up at him. "Why not?"

"Yes," Wyatt said. "Why not?"

"Uh… because Wyatt is a boy's name and you're a… girl," he finished lamely, rubbing the back of his neck.

Rapunzel smiled. "I think we're past gender norms here. Do you like the name Wyatt?

The robot nodded.

"Then Wyatt it is. But I am curious…" She leaned in closer to the robot. "What was your creator's daughter's name?"

"Elizabeth."

"How did she die?"

Wyatt shook her head. "It was under mysterious circumstances. Even I don't know. Nobody does."

"So, he killed her," Flynn said.

Rapunzel sighed. "Eugene, you don't know that."

"Well, it makes sense. She died under 'mysterious circumstances,'" he said, using air quotes. "We all know what that means."

Rapunzel just rolled her eyes. "Wyatt, there's nothing in your ship that can help you?"

"No. It just has the bare essentials. I need more tools to fix my arm."

"And we can't just take the tools and bring them back to you?"

"No. It would take too long. I can feel my creator getting closer." Wyatt glanced around nervously. "My time is running out. It would take you too long to get back to town and get back here. I need to go with you."

Rapunzel looked back at Flynn. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"We're going to have to sneak a robot into an already freaked out town of people, all of whom have guns, and hope we don't get shot? Then yes, I'm thinking what you're thinking."

Jasper looked between them. "I don't understand."

Flynn leaned down so he was eye-to-eye with Jasper. "Have you ever done a distraction, Jasper?"

Since the mercantile shop got blown to bits, that left little places for Flynn to search for clothing. But he knew one place that was full of extra clothes, since the women there didn't wear them that much.

Jasper wanted to join him but Flynn was adamant about this. No going into the bordello. So, Jasper stayed back with Rapunzel and Wyatt at the edge of town where Wyatt wouldn't be seen.

Entering the bordello, none of the woman paid Flynn any attention. That was because when he first rented a room, he made it clear that he wasn't interested in having sex with any of them.

But today, he needed their attention.

"Ladies," he announced to the room full of women. It was still morning, so they didn't have any customers yet. And also, the explosion yesterday still left everything as a ghost town.

The women who were in the lobby turned to look at him.

"Do any of you have any clothes you can spare?"

A few minutes later, Flynn tossed the dress and hat he got from the good women of the bordello at Wyatt.

"Here," he said. "It should help."

Wyatt held up the dress in her robotic hands. "What do I do with it?"

"You put it on."

Wyatt just looked at him.

Flynn huffed and grabbed the dress back, helping to slip it over Wyatt's boxy robot head. "There."

Wyatt stepped back. She looked ridiculous in the dress. It wasn't working as a disguise at all. Her robotic arms were still showing and her head was still boxy.

"Maybe try the hat," Rapunzel suggested.

Flynn set the hat on Wyatt's head. Now the robot just look… weird. But it did help.

Jasper took one look at her and laughed. "You don't seem so scary anymore."

Wyatt made a funny little robotic noise.

"Do you think we can trick the blacksmith?" Rapunzel asked.

Flynn shrugged. "There's only one way to find out."

Jasper turned to him. "When are we going to do our distraction?"

"Now."

Here was the plan: Flynn and Jasper were going to distract the blacksmith away from his shop and Rapunzel and Wyatt were going to sneak in and fix Wyatt's mechanics.

Sounded simple. Flynn only hoped it actually would be.

When they began their walk to the blacksmith shop, Flynn noticed that more and more people were coming out for the day. Many were around the rubble left behind from the mercantile shop exploding. No one glanced their way. Good. Because Wyatt truly looked utterly insane in her dress and hat. He should have grabbed gloves too, now that he thought about it.

Fortunately, the blacksmith was in his shop when Flynn and Jasper arrived. Which meant they could enact their distraction.

"How's it going?" Flynn asked, loping into the open-aired space. The furnace was ablaze. The blacksmith himself was going to town on a horseshoe, bending it with tongs and getting it into the correct position.

The man barely looked up as Flynn entered. "I'm busy," he said gruffly. "I have a lot of work to do after the mercantile shop went up in flames yesterday."

"I know. I was there. But see, I kindly need you to leave your shop for just a moment."

The blacksmith huffed. "Why would I do that?"

Flynn nodded at Jasper, who grabbed a handful of the blacksmith's tools. "Because my friend over there just stole from you."

That made the blacksmith look up. "Hey! Get back there!" he shouted as Jasper ran away.

"You might want to go get him," Flynn advised.

The blacksmith grumbled as he ran after Jasper, leaving his shop unattended.

Flynn motioned for Rapunzel and Wyatt to come inside. Wyatt stuck her arm in the furnace.

"What's that supposed to do?" Flynn asked. He kept looking around, keeping an eye out for Jasper. The boy would do a good job – he hoped anyway. Rapunzel was against using Jasper to create the distraction but Flynn reminded her that Jasper was just a little boy who just lost his parents. People would be forgiving of him.

Wyatt brought her arm back out. The metal had melted. "This way I can recorrect the issue." She grabbed a chisel. "Now I just need to fix this and hopefully I'll be back in control of my abilities."

"Let's hope," Flynn muttered.

Jasper came running back in their direction, the blacksmith hot on his heels.

"Why is Jasper coming back?" Rapunzel asked. "He should be getting the blacksmith far away from here."

"Rapunzel, I need your help," Wyatt said. "I need you to use the hammer to help mold my arm."

She hurried over to help Wyatt. That just left Flynn.

"I got this," he told them before running out of the shop and landing smack-dab in front of Jasper. "Hand them to me." Jasper tossed him the tools. "Now, go join Rapunzel and Wyatt." The boy nodded and took off, leaving Flynn to deal with the blacksmith.

"Give me those back!" he shouted as Flynn took off running.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Flynn shouted back, picking up his pace.

"Damn thief!"

Flynn could only laugh. He felt the wind in his hair. The breeze on his back. His feet moving fast.

For once, a distraction was actually working.

That was until a horse ran into the street and Flynn landed right into it, causing him to fly backwards and land on his ass. He groaned as the tools flew from his hands.

The blacksmith caught up to him. "Good job, Max." He patted the horse's back. "Thanks for stopping this lowly thief."

Flynn glanced up. The horse – Max – gave him a smug look. But that was crazy. No horse could look smug. Well, this one did apparently.

The blacksmith collected his tools. "Never try to steal from me again."

Flynn stood up. "I wasn't stealing. I was causing a distraction. I was going to give your tools back to you."

"A lying thief to boot," the blacksmith muttered. "Max, give him a good kick for me."

Flynn frowned. "A good kic-," he stopped speaking the moment Max lifted his horse leg and smacked it right into Flynn's side.

His only choice was to groan and fall back down again.

The blacksmith chuckled as he walked away.

Shit. If Wyatt was still in the shop, the blacksmith would spot her, which wouldn't be good.

But Flynn could barely get up.

Max remained over him, practically snickering down at him. What kind of horse snickered?

"I really hate horses, you know," Flynn told Max.

Max just gave him another kick for good measure.

"Is it working?" Jasper asked, peering down at Wyatt's arm.

"It seems to be. I just have to finish setting it."

Rapunzel glanced around, searching for Eugene. Hopefully he could keep the blacksmith distracted long enough for Wyatt to finish.

"What are you going to do about your creator?" she asked the robot. "It's a good thing you'll be able to fix your mechanics but what if your creator finds you? Will he hurt you?"

"I am a robot," Wyatt said, sounding confused. "I cannot get hurt. Only hurt people. If my creator finds me, he'll just cause me to hurt more people. I need to escape as soon as this is done and find someplace safe I can go to where no one can get hurt because of me."

Rapunzel's heart broke for the robot. "Wyatt, you may be made of metal instead of flesh and bone but you can get hurt. I saw how much you didn't want to hurt anyone. It's hurting your heart that you have to do it."

"Robots don't have hearts," she replied, her black lines for eyes focused on the chisel in her other hand. She poked and prodded at her arm.

"You might not have a physical one. But you can feel."

Wyatt glanced up at her, uncertainty written all over her face. "Let's just stay focused on getting this done and then I can leave. That way there won't be anymore problems."

"What's going on in here?" a rugged, gruff voiced asked.

Rapunzel turned around.

There was the blacksmith. And Rapunzel noticed the moment he realized a robot was standing inside his shop.

Because he screamed and picked up a hammer and swung it at Wyatt.

Rapunzel didn't think they were out of the woods yet. No. They were planted firmly in the woods.

Wyatt jerked back, just barely getting out of the way.

"No!" Jasper shouted, trying to use his body to block the robot but the blacksmith just pushed Jasper out of the way.

Rapunzel grabbed another hammer herself and brought it up to block the blacksmith's blow from hitting Wyatt. "Stop."

The blacksmith just grunted and swung the hammer again. This time, Rapunzel lifted her leg and kicked the man in the stomach, sending him sprawling backwards.

She turned to Wyatt. "We need to leave now." She helped Jasper up and then all three of them were running out of the blacksmith's shop.

They made it into the street but the commotion they must have caused made the other townsfolk that were out and about turn and look at them.

Which only caused chaos.

Because once everyone realized the poorly dressed woman was really a robot who blew up their town, they all started swarming around Wyatt, Rapunzel, and Jasper.

"Kill it!" a lot of them screamed.

"Burn it to the ground!" more screamed.

The three of them huddled together.

"This is all my fault," Wyatt cried.

"No, it's not. None of this is your fault. But we need to get out of here."

"How?" Jasper asked.

A woman spotted Jasper. "Come here, boy. Get away from that… thing." People tried grabbing at Jasper and dragging him away. He looked so afraid as he called out for help.

"Stop it!" Rapunzel shouted at the crowd. "Let me talk. Let me explain. Don't hurt anyone."

"That thing killed my John," a woman cried, pointing at Wyatt. "He was in the shop when it blew up."

"And my Sally was in there too," a man said. "She didn't make it either."

"Kill it!" a different man shouted. This one was carrying a torch in his hands and he threw it at Wyatt.

Rapunzel had to duck out of the way to avoid getting burnt. "She didn't mean to hurt anyone. It was an accident. Let me explain!"

"That thing is not a girl. It's a creature from hell!" the woman who grabbed Jasper shouted. Jasper was trying to wiggle free but was unsuccessful.

Wyatt wasn't moving. She was letting people tear at her and throw rocks at her and burn her with torches.

Rapunzel was desperate. Where was Eugene? Jasper was getting taken away. Wyatt was no help. She was on her own.

"Please stop," Rapunzel begged, shoving people away from Wyatt. That only made them shove her in return. "Wyatt. Do something. We need to run. We need to get back to your ship."

A man shoved Rapunzel so hard, she fell to the ground. Feet were all around her. The crowd stepped on her, trying to get to Wyatt. She felt pain from every part of her body. The weight of people on top of her was suffocating.

And then Wyatt moved.

She lifted up her arms. "I'm sorry," she cried. "I don't want to do this. But my creator is taking over to protect me."

Rapunzel tried getting up but couldn't. She knew this wasn't good.

And then a bright flash of light came from Wyatt's hands.

…and the light zipped through the air and landed into the woman holding onto Jasper. She flew back and landed on the ground. She didn't get back up.

The crowd went quiet. It finally gave Rapunzel enough of a respite to sit up.

Jasper was ok, thank goodness.

But the woman… she had a large hole through her body where her stomach once was.

She was dead.

Wyatt had killed her.

For a brief pause, everyone was silent and in shock as they looked at the dead woman.

Then chaos descended.

The crowd turned back to Wyatt and rushed at her. Rapunzel stood up just in time and ran out of the way. She watched in horror as the crowd clawed at Wyatt, tore off her arms and ripped off her head. They threw her body parts on the ground and tried smashing them.

"Stop!" Rapunzel pleaded. No one listened to her.

Once the crowd was satisfied, they stopped. Wyatt was in bits and pieces scattered all over the ground.

The sad part was – she was still alive. Her arms, even thought they weren't attached to her body, still moved as if searching for the rest of her. Her eyes blinked in her boxy head. She wasn't dead because you couldn't kill a robot. You could only power one down. The crowd hadn't done that. No. They just tore her apart.

"Leave her be," Rapunzel begged. "Please."

A man turned to her. "You side with this creature? You should be locked up in jail for that."

"Yeah," a few other people said.

The crowd began to turn their eyes onto her.

"Creature sympathizer," a woman hissed. "Get her!"

The crowd lunged at Rapunzel.

She had no choice but to run, leaving Wyatt behind in pieces.

"What did I ever do to you?" Flynn asked Max, managing to stand back up despite the fact that he was pretty sure he had a cracked rib. He'd have to take a visit to Rapunzel's tower and get fixed up.

Max just huffed.

"I mean, sure I stole some things but I was intending to give them back. It was for a good cause."

Max rolled his eyes.

"I'm being serious." Flynn couldn't quite believe he was having an argument with a freaking horse. "And now, because of you, my distraction is ruined. I have to go back and stop that blacksmith from seeing something he shouldn't see." He dusted off his pants and began limping away. Max neighed but it sounded a lot more like a laugh.

Flynn barely made it a few feet before he saw Rapunzel run around the corner and head in his direction. She was alone and even from a distance, he could see the fear in her eyes.

But then quickly she was followed by a mob of people.

She reached his side, grabbing a hold of him. "Eugene." Tears stained her cheeks.

"What happened? Where's Wyatt?" His heart sunk. "Jasper?"

"Jasper's fine. But we need to leave now." She turned to Max. "Hurry, get on."

"Uh, Blondie, you don't want to mess with that horse."

"Nonsense." She touched Max's snout. "You can trust me." Max bowed his head, leaning into Rapunzel's hand. "See? He likes me." She scrambled onto Max and held out her hand. "Come on, Eugene."

Flynn tried getting on but Max stepped out of the way. "I told you. He hates me."

Rapunzel looked back at the ever approaching crowd screaming obscenities at her. "We need to leave." She patted Max's head. "Let him on. Please."

Max looked like he wanted to object but didn't want to upset Rapunzel even more so he held still so Flynn could get on. Rapunzel dug her heels into Max's side and they rode off, leaving the town of Tombstone behind them.

"What happened?" Flynn asked once they got away from the mob. They were heading back towards the hills where Wyatt's spaceship was.

"They tore Wyatt apart."

"What?"

"She's still alive, Eugene. But they tore her body apart. I couldn't save her. The mob turned on me. I can't die. Not if I want any chance of saving Wyatt."

"Of course." He pulled Rapunzel closer to him, wrapping his arms around her stomach. Max's steady gait made them bounce up and down. "And Jasper?"

"He's alive. Unhurt. But… Wyatt accidently fired off one of her blasters. It killed a woman."

"And now we have a town full of angry people on our hands."

"Exactly. I don't know how to sneak back in. Tombstone isn't large. We'll be easily spotted. I don't know how to save Wyatt."

Max looked back at her, giving her a sympathetic expression.

"We'll figure it out," Flynn said.

Max then shot Flynn an annoyed expression.

Flynn wanted to snap back at Max but now was not the time. Rapunzel needed him. She was clearly in distress. "Why are we heading back to Wyatt's spaceship?"

"I want to see if she has anything in there that could be useful." She sighed, leaning back against him. "Eugene. What I saw… it was one of the most horrifying sights I have ever seen before. They just ripped Wyatt apart like animals. I know they don't know that she wasn't in control of herself. But still. It hurt. I've seen people I care about die before. I don't want to relive it."

Flynn tensed. Thinking of people dying only made him think of the day at Versailles when he held Rapunzel in his arms as she died.

"Who have you seen die?" he asked instead of mentioning how she would die in her future.

"I had this friend from the Academy…" She looked back at him. "I've never told you this before?"

"No."

She smiled faintly but there was no humor in her eyes. "I guess there's still some things you can learn about me. When I first met you, you knew everything. I never had to explain anything. It's strange going backwards. Telling you things another version of you already knew."

"I'm listening now."

"My friend from the Academy – her name was Cassandra. But then we had a falling out. And… well, things didn't end well."

"I get it if you don't want to tell me. Losing a friend is never easy."

"Well, you'll see for yourself. Cassandra didn't make it easy in the end."

Flynn realized what she meant. She was vaguely telling him that he'll find out in person what happened with Cassandra. It was still a surreal thought that they were going in opposite directions. That things Rapunzel had experienced with another version of him, he had yet to experience himself.

He wondered if they would ever get on the same timeline. Was that even possible? He couldn't change her death but…

But what? He couldn't change her death. There was no use hoping for something different.

They reached Wyatt's spaceship. Max remained there after Rapunzel asked him to.

"Of course you don't object to her," Flynn muttered.

Max snorted and glared at him. Flynn backed away quickly lest he get kicked in the side again.

Rapunzel opened the spaceship door and slid inside. He followed. It wasn't huge nor small. There was room for them to sit down but no room to stand. Rapunzel took a look at the center console, fiddling around with it. Flynn had no idea what she was doing.

After a moment, she sighed and slumped back against the wall. He sat across from her. The entire spaceship was covered in blinking lights and buttons. Flynn didn't want to accidently set off a nuclear blast or something so he sat carefully, which was a feat for him.

"There's nothing here," she said. "I don't know what I was thinking. How can I save Wyatt when I couldn't even save my best friend. And now Jasper is alone. He doesn't have his parents and he's in a town full of people who are so angry and scared, it's terrifying. I don't know what to do, Eugene."

Not going to lie, he was scared himself. All the times he had spent with Rapunzel, she was so confident in herself. She always had a backup plan and a backup plan for the backup plan. He had never heard her sound so unsure before.

He scooted over so he was beside her and pulled her into him. "I know things with Wyatt and Jasper didn't go to plan. But we will figure it out."

"You keep saying that but what does that mean? How are we going to figure it out?" She rested her head on his shoulder, sighing deeply. "I'm scared, Eugene," she whispered.

"We'll save both of them."

"That's not what I'm scared of. I'm scared of losing you one day."

He tensed. "Why are you thinking of that now?"

"Because I just saw an innocent robot get torn to pieces. I've been going at things alone for a long time. After Cass and I had our falling out, I traveled by myself. Then I met you. And you opened my eyes to so much in life."

"Funny. That's what I've always thought about you."

She gazed up at him. The intensity in her eyes made him let out a rough breath. "I've gotten used to you being with me. And I know the longer I spend time with you, the more I'll care for you. I might even fall in love with you." She smiled slightly. "I might already be in love with you."

He didn't say anything. He wasn't sure if he even could. He knew how much he loved her but he just hadn't said it yet. Maybe now was the time…

"There will come a day I'll never see you again and I don't know how I'm going to go on without you," she said.

"You're so strong, Rapunzel. To have survived Gothel for all those years. To have survived on your own for so long. You're not giving yourself enough credit."

"Maybe. I just know that I don't want to go on without you. I don't want to lose anyone else."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I don't want to go on without you either. Trust me. I get it."

"I know you do."

"And what I'm going to say next, I need you to hear. We're going to save Wyatt. Like you said, she's not dead. We'll reassemble her. We'll make sure Jasper is safe. And then we'll leave Tombstone, Arizona and end up somewhere else. We'll be in this together. Believe in that."

She wiped away a tear that had fallen down her cheek. "I believe in you." With a deep breath, she leaned away from him. "Ok. We'll come up with a plan."

"Let's do it."

A loud rumble sounded outside, shaking the inside of the spaceship.

They looked at each in confusion then left the ship. Max was still there, chomping on the tiniest bit of grass available to him, acting as if nothing was unusual.

Because something was unusual.

Another, much larger, spaceship had just landed. It made Wyatt's spaceship look like a kiddy-pool. This new spaceship was a sleek back color so dark it glinted in the sun.

The doors opened and a man clad all in black, from his black cowboy hat to his black duster to his black boots, stepped outside. He was chewing on a peace of straw. Flynn would have thought the man looked cool but there was something dangerous about him. Something dark in his eyes.

"I seen you've found my robot's spaceship," the man said, nodding at Wyatt's tiny one. He made a show of looking around. "But I don't see my robot."

Rapunzel gasped and staggered back. "You're the creator?"

He smirked. "Yes, indeed, ma'am. That is what I'd call myself. But I also go by Jack. And I don't appreciate being kept waiting. Now, care to tell me where my robot is?"

Until Wednesday!