Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

atomic_robo and Sir Reginald team-up for yet another hilarious misadventure, in which our intrepid heroes are cast...oh, just read the fucking story.
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            “I’m afraid that I must, to some degree, accept responsibility for our current predicament,” said Sir Reginald, refusing to open his eyes.

            “I, too, must admit that I made mistakes,” offered Atomic Robo, refusing to activate his optics. “I feel obligated to add, though, that I end up in far more parallel universes than I would care to when you and I work together.”

            “Oh, don’t you dare start! If I had a dime for every instance I’ve ended up lost in time because of you, I’d have thirty cents! And that wretched Grandmother Paradox idea…”

            “It would have fixed things very quickly—”

            “—and would have required me to have sex with my grandmother!”

            “Well, technically, she wasn’t your grandmother yet…”

            “You insufferable tin can!”

            “You’re just jealous because robots don’t have disgustingly saggy jowls.”

            Over the sound of their shouting, a booming voice echoed.

            “Ho ho ho! It appears, Sir Robo, that these villains can scarcely speak to each other with civility, let alone team up to wreak havoc! Destroying these freedom-hating freaks should be as easy as ordering Freedom Fries at McDonalds!”

The speaker was floating fifteen feet above the ground, wearing a garishly-colored costume so tight that Sir Reginald wagered that the fellow wasn’t Jewish. His eyes were glowing green and his cape flapping in the wind, in spite of there being none. On his chest was a stylized radioactivity symbol superimposed over an American flag, above the words TREAD ON THIS!.

            “Tally-ho, Atomic Reginald!” said a nearby robot. It was thin, gangly, and had a face that appeared to have been applied with magic markers. “We’ll kick their knickers and be back in time for tea, wot?”

            Atomic Robo and Sir Reginald turned to look at each and said, at exactly the same time:

            “This is your fault.”

 benjamin

You just know that nothing good can come of another team-up between atomic_robo  and Sir Reginald.

But it's happened anyway. And this time it's bad. Judge Reinhold and Fred Savage, step aside, because here's Part One... THIS ENTRY AT atomic_robo HAS BEEN RECLASSIFIED AS RESTRICTED BY THE SUB-GOVERNOR OF THE UNITED OTHERSTATES. WE APOLOGIZE, RATHER INSINCERELY, FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.

I'll let you know when he does Part Two.

benjamin

PS - If you're not reading atomic_robo 's journal, you deserve a good cock-punching / taco-kicking (thanks, farawaypoints  for those fabulous terms)...