 The sound of shrieking klaxons could be heard over the muffled shouts and dull thumps coming through the door. The interior of the chamber was still. The long rows of shelves filled with metal boxes and lockers remaining undisturbed by the chaos outside. The sound of thumps was getting louder however, as whatever was causing it grew nearer. Then one of the walls caved inwards. Through the dust and debris burst a large reptile, its head swinging left and right looking for any danger or people to eat. Finding nothing, it climbed over the pile of what was formerly a wall to check the room for any roots to the surface. The sound of gunfire from the other side of the hole in the wall caused its head to snap upwards. It let out a deafening bellow as several bullets bit into its side. After the first few shots, its skin gained a metallic hue and the bullets began to ricochet off into the walls. Disgusting flashbacks. I shall feast upon the innards of your revolting spot before sucking merrild from your bones. The reptile ran towards the opposite wall, knocking over shelves in its wake and sending their contents scattering. The wall ahead of it crumbled as it barreled through. A team of heavily armed men and women walked through the wall the reptile had entered from, advancing cautiously towards the other side of the room. 682 has entered hallway B617, headed towards research lab. We are in pursuit. Prepare for ambush at intersection B617103. The heavy boots of the squad crunched over broken masonry, glass and metal as they passed through to the other side of the room and the hole the beast had left through. After scouting the other side to ensure it wasn't lying in wait, the rest of the team left the room to pursue its quarry. The sound of roaring and gunshots became fainter again as the battle moved away. The dust in the chamber began to settle on the wreckage left in the wake of the carnage. The room was still. A quiet sound began. At first so faint it might not have even been there. If anyone had been there to hear it, they might have thought they heard a soft beeping coming from one of the safes that had been knocked to the floor. It was lying on its side and one half of the door had been twisted from its hinges. Self-preservation mode activated. Do not damage RoboDude. Damaging RoboDude voids the Dr. Wondertainment warranty. Any attempt to operate RoboDude other than in accordance with the product instructions including any attempt to open or service RoboDude is likely to result in unpredictable behavior. Dr. Wondertainment is not liable for any damage or destruction to persons or property resulting from improper handling of a RoboDude. Greetings, RoboPow. The remaining hinge on the safe began to sizzle until, sufficiently weakened by the acid that had been applied, the weight of the mangled door caused it to break free. A toy robot shuffled out of the safe and stood amid the wreckage, looking for what had caused it to be activated. Its boxy plastic shape had trouble moving over the plaster and metal shards, but it eventually managed to find a section of flat ground without too many obstructions. RoboPow. Another shape began to stir amid the dust. The toy robot turned towards the sound. Greetings, RoboPow. How do you want to have RoboFun with RoboDude today? Who dares to call me RoboPow? I am the Crush Master, doomed to all I survey. Gaze upon my might and weep. Identify yourself that I might know whose destruction I shall sow. The shape advanced through the cloud of dust until it resolved itself. It, too, appeared to be a robot, but assembled haphazardly from a collection of items that didn't seem like they should even form a functioning machine. Its head was a broken upside-down voltmeter. Its arms were wrenches sticking out of flashlight bodies, and its legs seemed to be made from a combination of springs, metal piping, and sporks. I am RoboDude, RoboPow. I am equipped with over 300 fun accessories to maximize playtime enjoyment. The Crush Master wobbled awkwardly over to the plastic toy, nearly tumbling over a few times, before stopping maybe a meter away. It stood a good four or five times taller than the diminutive RoboDude, and if anyone else had been watching, they might have thought it tried to stand a little higher on its sporks than it had a moment ago. I am Direfist the Blood Eater, and I shall maximize my enjoyment by squashing you beneath my almighty boot, prepared to face my wrath. RoboDude looked down at Direfist's sporks. It looked back up. RoboDude shall engage in RoboDance to maximize your RoboFun. RoboDude engaged its RoboDance. Very well, puny weakling. I, Sparklord the Barbarian, shall defeat you at your RoboDancing to bring humiliation's galore upon you and your ilk before I rend your soul into itty-bitty pieces. Sparklord began to gyrate precariously about its center of mass, hopelessly out of tune with the tinny music emerging from a speaker somewhere on RoboDude's body. RoboDude has recognized a RoboDance challenge. Challenge accepted. Activating RoboDance off mode. Activate all that you wish, but your fate is sealed. The Kilotron cannot be defeated. I shall render you unto dust with my mad dancing skills. The two mechanical men began to dance in earnest. RoboDude accessed its optimum dance programming, performing to its maximum abilities. Kilotron stumbled around the open space, falling over no less than seven times, and somehow managed to lose one of its wrenches. After about 30 minutes, the music stopped, and the two robots ceased dancing. Kilotron managed to untangle the tines of its spork from a metal wire it had caught in. RoboDance is complete RoboPowl. Ha, pathetic one. You have been schooled in the art of the dance by none other than Mechanobasher, Scourge of a Thousand Worlds. Kneel before me before I end your worthless existence. Mechanobasher, Scourge of a Thousand Worlds, raised its arms up in victory, its remaining wrench waving to an imaginary crowd. RoboDude has used its RoboDance judge programming to determine a winner. The winner is RoboDude. Congratulations, RoboDude. What insolence? Prepare to feel the sting of Dr. Von Vroom, purveyor of doom. Von Vroom began to advance on RoboDude, its sole wrench twirling menacingly in its socket. RoboDude has detected a sore loser. RoboDude deploying hydrogen cannon to educate RoboPowl on being a good sport. The compartment on RoboDude's chest opened, and a jet of water shot out at Von Vroom. Von Vroom's sporks lost traction on the wet floor, and it fell over onto its back. How dare you? Write me immediately so you may taste your destruction at the hands of the Supreme Stabinator. RoboDude watched as the Supreme Stabinator flailed around on its back as it managed to make small circles on the floor, but it was unable to lift itself off of the wet concrete. I shall obliterate you atom by atom until not a trace that your worthless form even existed upon this wretched planet. If I am not righted immediately, so says I, death kill the Destructionator, King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Do not intimidate RoboDude.