Rooms
Shawn
A usual day at base is a weird day in any other place. But still it's weird.
-"I'm bored!"
Yamato said.
-"Good find something to do!"
I moaned as I slopped down the sofa.
-"Fine but come with me. You never know what happens in the S tower."
-"True,true."
We left the sofa and entered the hallway.
-"What are we looking for again?"
I asked.
-"Roooooooommss"
-"Ohh kayyy?"
As we walked in the hallway:
-"So once I was at 68's and I saw Ivo robot masturbate."
Disgusted I said.
-"Ugh why are you telling me this?!"
-"Nah it's literally a pipe."
-"What was he R-masturbating to?"
-"68 making an armor."
I laughed.
-"Ha I get it."
-"I know right."
The building started to shake at a repetitive pace.
-"It it what I think it is?!"
Yam said excitedly. And ran off.
-"Wait up!"
I shouted as I began in pursuit.
We sped through the hallways. Yamato led me into places of the tower that I have ever even seen. He led me through stairs, roofs, apparently an anti gravity ceiling, a random farm an into a tunnel. Now the repetitive pace of shaking turned into harsh metal clanging. I was kind of confused.
-"Shh Sh Sh Sh!"
-"You Shh!"
I answered annoyed.
There was a doorway not completely closed. Yamato peeked through the small opening.
-"What do you see?"
I whispered.
-"Hehehe see it for your self."
Suspiciously I looked. I saw the Ivo-tank. (Ivolution is a cyborg who can "Ivolve" into tanks and stuff like that)
-"Woah is that were he stores it!"
-"Oh yeah the tank. Eh. Look to the left."
I did and I regret it for the rest of my life.
I saw Ivo robot masturbating.
-"Gaah!!"
I screamed as I took my Scarlet Gun out and aim at Yamato. He kept laughing. I shot twice until he batted the gun of my hand. I cable knukai-ed his leg. He kicked me hard but I pulled his leg in midair. We bashed through the door and onto the floor. The metal clanging stopped as we stared at Ivo and Ivo back at us.
An awkward moment later gas oil spouted out into Ivo's face.
-"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"
2 bee cunt-Inuit-ewwed...
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