???: "Please work, please work, oh for the love of god please work!"

A woman in a oil stained, white lab coat with the name tag, "Dr. LeeAnn," on it, black undershirt, and light brown, long hair is currently tightening one last screw in an old, run down tool shed, with only a small desk, torn office chair, a window with the smokey midday sun and small laptop in the corner.

Dr. LeeAnn: "(wiping away sweat) That should do it."

She was working on a large robot with an old school TV for a head,several computer towers for the body, and what seems to be normal robotic limbs. He's at least seven feet tall and about three feet wide.

Dr. LeeAnn: "Rise and shine..."

The screen turns on.

Dr. LeeAnn: "... BroBot"

He curiously looks around the room.

Dr. LeeAnn: "Try initiating you Emoticon Protocol."

BroBot: ":)."

Dr. LeeAnn: "Good, now you've got one mission."

An outside explosion rattles the shed.

Dr. LeeAnn: "Your mission is to take out any robots with this weapon."

She attaches a new plug onto his back

BroBot: "?"

Dr. LeeAnn: "Stynax can terminate the virus and copy other weapons."

Stynax generates a small handgun that connects from his back to his hand.

Dr. LeeAnn: "That's all I could manage, you'll need to get more weapons as you go along."

BroBot: ":(."

Another explosion rattles the area.

Dr. LeeAnn: "I'm tight on resources. I just need you to upload data to me about all models you terminate."

He salutes after standing and bonking his head on the ceiling.

Dr. LeeAnn: "You're going to start in the streets."

BroBot cheerfully walks out the door.

Dr. LeeAnn: "You're going down Brim. I should've done it the moment you told me."

She sits down at the desk, turning on the laptop.