Blaster Master Part #4 - My tank is flight.

Part 4: My tank is flight.

Chapter 4: My tank is flight.

: You knew all along! You knew this wasn't a bathroom!

: Who cares about the small details! Get in and give me the upgrade!

: TROGG CAN SHOTA ROCKSTUFF BETTA

: Who is trogg?

: Uhhhh....

: Hey look! Now you see it..

: Now you don't!

: Wasn't that, like, awesome?

: You are avoiding the question aren't you?

: Mayyyyyyybe~?

: Check this out!

: Hey baby, that's one nice pairs of rims you got there.

: Teheehee, looks like you could get a good polishing yourself!

: OH GOD! Errr... sorry babe...

: The major has nothing on me!

: Can I ask for your opinion?

: Sure... I guess...

: As a man?

: ...

...

: HAY BE SERIOUS IN HERE!

: After we are done here I want to get a full job on the bodyshop.

: You want titanium implants?

: No you silly! I had those done 20 years ago.

: Ok...

: You see I want a FULL job. A complete makeover and I want to end up inds like this:

: A face only a Japanese nerd would love.

: I know, isn't that awesome?

: He would be a young hot-blooded young man, kicking reason in the curb, piercing the heavens with his drills and shouting his soul off.

: And I would be her cute navigational computer. And a forbidden man-machine love would sprout between us.

: Oooh, it makes my gearbox rattle.

: Hay! Where are you going?

: Look, you stay there while I investigate this place. Watch your annimays or something. I don't know nor care.

: Time to troll 1904chan.

: Jesus fucking Christ.

: HAY YOU! Are all machine women insane?

: Hell yeah they are! Me wife left me for fleshy mutant, do you know how embarrassing that is?

: HA! That's nothing! Mine left me because I didn't vibrate enough for her! What the fuck does she think I am? A vibrator?

: So lonely!

: GET AWAY FROM ME.

: I hope Mr.Frog is here.

: Helooo~ Mr.Frog are you in heeeereee~?

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: Oh God...