Glory burst through the windows, followed quickly by Encantador.
They looked around, and saw the large robot beginning its boot up sequence.
Then they heard the mad cackling.
“Too late, my fine red-headed pseudo-hero, and the non-Union
New Mexican equivalent for-“
“Cliché, we don’t have time-“
“THAT IS NOT MY NAME! My name is Clic, and-“
While she was ranting, Glory pointed at the obvious weak
point on the robot. Encantador fired a bolt of energy at it.
This led to the unmistakable sound of a Newtonium cascade.
Glory stared at Clic, who smiled.
“I finally learned!”
The ‘incident’ occurred.
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