Part 16: Women Troubles.
Part 14: Women Troubles.
: What are we doing back here on Luna?
: Well I know the last couple of missions have been hard on us all and by the looks of things the next one is not going to be any better.
: That doesn't answer my question.
: Calm down I'm getting to it. So I thought before we all go to what I'm sure will be our certain deaths, that I would treat you all to a fancy meal.
: Now that's more like it. Bring on the grub.
: I hate to be negative, but Chez Luna is far from being a "fancy" establishment. In fact I'm surprised it even reopened after that poisoning incident.
: It was the only place that will honor my Neo issued food stamps.
: Um, do we know you?
: My name is Wilma and I'm a Neo agent like you guys. In fact I'm surprised I haven't ran into you at the monthly Neo staff parties before.
: Yeah... We don't get invited to any of those.
: I see...
: We'd love to help but we we're kind of hope to have our last meal.
: Technically that was an order not a request, but if you help me I'd be very grateful.
: I don't kno- Hey!
: Step aside player. Of course we'd be more than happy to help a lovely lady like yourself.
: I think this is a bad idea.
: And I think you should shut up.
: Not much of a disguise. Since when do maintenance robots have rocket launchers?
: Ok stand aside boys and let a real man show you how it's done.
: Does it look something like that?
: Fine, the robot's dead and everyone's happy. Now let's go now.
: Just hold on a second, it's time for the damsel in distress to reward
: That's it? Just a lousy thank you? What a jip.
: Well at least we can still catch a late supper if we hurry.
: *zzt* Attention. All personal are to report to HQ immediately. *zzt*
: I guess that means no supper tonight.
: Maybe you'll have better luck with this one Maur.
: Shut up.
: Hey that's Atha! We've got to rescue her.
: You have your orders. Dismissed!
: So does that mean you're going to help us?
: I would love to but I've got a hot date with Wilma later.
: Even his walk is arrogant...
: As much as it pains me to admit does have a point I guess.
: I agree, to hell with authority. Everyone to the ship!
: I do hope you know that this is going to be a trap.
: It's not like we have a choice. We might as well get it over with.
: Well you called it Doc.
: Being right all the time does have it's drawbacks.
: Pfft. If this is the best that they can put together for a trap I'm going to be upset.
: We have a report? I must say that I'm kind of flattered.
: Just keep on squawking lady. It's going to take more than a few grunts to take us down.
: Oh crap.
: Now this is more like it.
: Too many monkeys!
: Burn 'em! Send them back to hell!
: I'm so hungry that even burning mutant ape is smelling pretty good.
: I'm starting to get tired of this bitch.
: No wait!
: What the hell was that? I mean common!
: Just be thankful it wasn't worse.
: And how could it be worse?
: I'll be shutting up now.
: Good plan.
: There's too many of them. Run!
: Seriously, which god did we offend in our past lives?
: I didn't want to do this lady but you left us no choice. Shoot her!
: With pleasure.
: Please let it be anything but a robot.
: Who keeps making these things?
: I don't know but they've yet to make one that's Maur-proof.
: Now we just have to figure out how to stop that crazy whore before she kills us all.
: Nice one sister.
: Don't worry we'll drop you off directly on Mars.
: Doc see if you can patch her up. Hank and Maur, you guys go back and carve up some of those burnt monkeys carcases.
: Why would we do a disgusting think like that?
: Because our food stamps were incinerated by the robots and it's a long ride back to HQ.
Next Time: The Finale