Post by android69 on May 29, 2021 20:55:19 GMT -5
The Masked Machinist and Android 69 are sitting by the curb. MM has his head in his hands while his metallic creation tries to console him despite the many times their hand is swatted away.
The Masked Machinist: I can’t believe we’re already out of work after this week! I-I just can’t believe it! I was really starting to like this place!
Android 69: ...Really?
MM sighed and shrugged as best as he could without having to move from his position.
The Masked Machinist: Yeah, why not? The point being, I don’t think we’re ever going to find a place that’ll accept us after this. Only Carnage would even look at my resume!
Android 69: Our resumes.
MM spreads some fingers apart so he can focus an eye on A69.
The Masked Machinist: You put in a resume too??
Android 69: Well, I saw what you were putting out there and desperately needed to show them we actually have personality!
MM sucks his teeth.
The Masked Machinist: I have personality!
Android 69: Babe, babe, no, yeah, you do, sweetie, you do.
There’s a pause to allow MM to feel a bit better about himself.
Android 69: It’s just not a very good one.
MM gets up.
The Masked Machinist: That’s it, I’m out of here; manage yourself.
A69 holds his master fast with his tremendous robot strength.
Android 69: There’s plenty of things I enjoy doing by myself, but you and I both know I need you to push my buttons to get me going!
MM shudders.
The Masked Machinist: Why word it like that?!
A69 forces MM to sit back down. A car passes by and splashes them both with puddle water. MM wipes his face and shakes his head.
The Masked Machinist: Great. What else could go wrong?
He then looks on as A69 is sparking and jerking about. Eventually a bit of smoke emits from their joints. MM quickly takes off his jacket and tries to dab as much liquid off of A69 as he can. He then opens up a few panels here and there, readjusts some wires, and presses a few buttons on his remote. A69 seems to recover, sitting back down next to daddy.
Android 69: Ahhhhhhh, now I know how Sally felt last night!
MM looks disgusted at his creation, then confused.
The Masked Machinist: Wait, who’s Sally?
A69 wags his robot finger at MM.
Android 69: I have a life outside of you, you know.
MM holds up the remote.
The Masked Machinist: I don’t see how!
Android 69: Well… let’s just say… I took the remote when you fell asleep last night and Sally and I did the nasty nasty on your bed.
MM tries to process that entire sentence.
The Masked Machinist: And, uh, where was I through all of this?
Android 69: I told you: you were asleep!
MM narrowed his eyes.
The Masked Machinist: In my bed?
A69 shrugged as if the answer were obvious.
The Masked Machinist: I don’t remember any of that happening!
Android 69: Oh, yeah, I got Sally to give you just a little sedative.
MM’s eyes widened.
The Masked Machinist: You banged in my bed while I was still in my bed and drugged me to keep me asleep?!
A69 nodded. MM was starting to get angry, but then a thought dawned on him.
The Masked Machinist: Did you at least involve me?
A69 looked away.
Android 69: She was on top of you at one point!
MM’s mood slowly begins to get better, but no sooner does this happen, another thought dawns on him.
The Masked Machinist: Did you at least put protection on me?
Android 69: Oh, that wasn’t necessary!
MM sat upright.
The Masked Machinist: I raw-dogged some random woman?!
Android 69: Sally’s not some random woman! She’s the prostitute I hired!
MM got back up to his feet, looking very concerned.
The Masked Machinist: Did you check if she was clean first?!
A69 gets up too.
Android 69: Like I said: that wasn’t necessary! She was on top of you… and I was on top of her!
MM looked disappointed, but then he thought to press against his chest.
The Masked Machinist: So that’s why I have a bruised sternum. Great.
Android 69: On the plus side, we didn’t get evicted!
MM gave his robot the side-eyes treatment.
The Masked Machinist: Why would we have been exactly?
Android 69: Oh… well… because she kept on screaming that she was going to c-
The Masked Machinist: Okay! Okay. Okay. Enough. Forget about last night. We need to try springing back from your loss last week.
Android 69: Masky… baby… what do you think I was doing last night?
The Masked Machinist: We’ve already gone through that, thank you!
A69 shook their head.
Android 69: No no no, I was just practicing wrestling holds with her!
MM raised an eyebrow.
The Masked Machinist: Really?
Android 69: Yeah! And then we fucked!
MM looks up the heavens for some guidance.
Android 69: Hey, I want to be on ABCDE-eff-game when I get back into the ring with Emily!
MM wanly chuckled.
The Masked Machinist: Eff-game… Anyway, you’re going to need to be given some extra cassettes programmed into you, because you’re also up against Trent Steel!
A69 snaps his robot fingers in disappointment. Sparks are produced as a result.
Android 69: That son of a bitch!
The Masked Machinist: Oh, you know his nickname already?
Android 69: Nickname what?
MM shakes his head.
Android 69: Wait, what does he look like?
MM purses his lips, then goes through his phone, eventually showing a photo of Trent he found on carnagewrestling.com. A69’s eyes light up (literally, as has already been established).
Android 69: I will fuck this man.
MM’s eyes dart back and forth as he tries pulling his phone away from his creation. A69 does not agree with that course of action, much to MM;s chagrin.
The Masked Machinist: Uh, you mean fuck him up… right?
Android 69: No.
MM finally breaks free from Coitus Maximus’ virtually unbreakable grip… thanks to his remote, of course. MM looks sternly as A69.
The Masked Machinist: We’re not going through this again.
Android 69: We didn’t go through this the last time; I did.
The Masked Machinist: And what happened last time?
A69 uses their high-speed processors to come to the conclusion he does.
Android 69: I got to bang Emily Gabbard?
The Masked Machinist: No.
A69 looks authentically surprised.
Android 69: No?
The Masked Machinist: No. You didn’t. You didn’t get lucky in any definition of the word.
A69 bleeps and bloops as they compute what’s been relayed to them.
Android 69: So I need to-
The Masked Machinist: Better! Do better! You need to do better! You need to focus on winning the match and then focus on any celebratory consensual extracurricular activities afterwards!
More processing and computing follows.
Android 69: You’re right, baby, you’re right.
The Masked Machinist: Of course I’m right!
Android 69: But… weren’t you the one controlling me during that match?
MM takes a step back and looks warily at The Literal Sex Machine.
Android 69: So if I lost last week… wouldn’t that be because you programmed me improperly?
The Masked Machinist: U-uh…
Android 69: So during this three-way-
The Masked Machinist: Triple threat match…
Android 69: ...I like what I said better. So during this three-way, you need to have programmed me with vital information on Emily and Trent ahead of time.
MM looks very confused.
The Masked Machinist: I-I’m pretty sure I did that last time.
Android 69: Yeah, programmed me to, to perv on my opponent!
MM looks down.
Android 69: It’s you. It’s been you this whole time! You have all these unhealthy sexual desires cooped up inside that ample dome of yours, and you use me to live out your fantasies!
MM begins to sniffle.
Android 69: You wanted to build the perfect sex robot, a creation that would be durable and flexible enough to withstand your infinite sexual appetite, and when I didn’t… COME… out the way you wanted, you became angry and more dsturbed, and you signed us both up to wrestle so you could acquire enough money to build a better version of myself! All your failures just lead to more failures. Now instead of one person suffering, there’s two! Yes, I can suffer too, you know. I can feel pain. How could I not? I feel lust, don’t I? That’s all thanks to you. And that means I can feel… everything.
MM sits back down, sobbing uncontrollably. A69 stands over their master, arms crossed. After a good while of witnessing MM crying, A69 begins to laugh.
Android 69: I’m just kidding! I really do want to grind up the competition in Carnage… and then grind up against them! We’re in this together, babe! Let’s get me downloaded with the downlow on Trent Steel!
MM cries out and enters the fetal position, the emotional abuse - or shall we say possible reality of the situation - too much for his already fragile psyche.
Android 69: It was a joke!!
The Masked Machinist: I can’t believe we’re already out of work after this week! I-I just can’t believe it! I was really starting to like this place!
Android 69: ...Really?
MM sighed and shrugged as best as he could without having to move from his position.
The Masked Machinist: Yeah, why not? The point being, I don’t think we’re ever going to find a place that’ll accept us after this. Only Carnage would even look at my resume!
Android 69: Our resumes.
MM spreads some fingers apart so he can focus an eye on A69.
The Masked Machinist: You put in a resume too??
Android 69: Well, I saw what you were putting out there and desperately needed to show them we actually have personality!
MM sucks his teeth.
The Masked Machinist: I have personality!
Android 69: Babe, babe, no, yeah, you do, sweetie, you do.
There’s a pause to allow MM to feel a bit better about himself.
Android 69: It’s just not a very good one.
MM gets up.
The Masked Machinist: That’s it, I’m out of here; manage yourself.
A69 holds his master fast with his tremendous robot strength.
Android 69: There’s plenty of things I enjoy doing by myself, but you and I both know I need you to push my buttons to get me going!
MM shudders.
The Masked Machinist: Why word it like that?!
A69 forces MM to sit back down. A car passes by and splashes them both with puddle water. MM wipes his face and shakes his head.
The Masked Machinist: Great. What else could go wrong?
He then looks on as A69 is sparking and jerking about. Eventually a bit of smoke emits from their joints. MM quickly takes off his jacket and tries to dab as much liquid off of A69 as he can. He then opens up a few panels here and there, readjusts some wires, and presses a few buttons on his remote. A69 seems to recover, sitting back down next to daddy.
Android 69: Ahhhhhhh, now I know how Sally felt last night!
MM looks disgusted at his creation, then confused.
The Masked Machinist: Wait, who’s Sally?
A69 wags his robot finger at MM.
Android 69: I have a life outside of you, you know.
MM holds up the remote.
The Masked Machinist: I don’t see how!
Android 69: Well… let’s just say… I took the remote when you fell asleep last night and Sally and I did the nasty nasty on your bed.
MM tries to process that entire sentence.
The Masked Machinist: And, uh, where was I through all of this?
Android 69: I told you: you were asleep!
MM narrowed his eyes.
The Masked Machinist: In my bed?
A69 shrugged as if the answer were obvious.
The Masked Machinist: I don’t remember any of that happening!
Android 69: Oh, yeah, I got Sally to give you just a little sedative.
MM’s eyes widened.
The Masked Machinist: You banged in my bed while I was still in my bed and drugged me to keep me asleep?!
A69 nodded. MM was starting to get angry, but then a thought dawned on him.
The Masked Machinist: Did you at least involve me?
A69 looked away.
Android 69: She was on top of you at one point!
MM’s mood slowly begins to get better, but no sooner does this happen, another thought dawns on him.
The Masked Machinist: Did you at least put protection on me?
Android 69: Oh, that wasn’t necessary!
MM sat upright.
The Masked Machinist: I raw-dogged some random woman?!
Android 69: Sally’s not some random woman! She’s the prostitute I hired!
MM got back up to his feet, looking very concerned.
The Masked Machinist: Did you check if she was clean first?!
A69 gets up too.
Android 69: Like I said: that wasn’t necessary! She was on top of you… and I was on top of her!
MM looked disappointed, but then he thought to press against his chest.
The Masked Machinist: So that’s why I have a bruised sternum. Great.
Android 69: On the plus side, we didn’t get evicted!
MM gave his robot the side-eyes treatment.
The Masked Machinist: Why would we have been exactly?
Android 69: Oh… well… because she kept on screaming that she was going to c-
The Masked Machinist: Okay! Okay. Okay. Enough. Forget about last night. We need to try springing back from your loss last week.
Android 69: Masky… baby… what do you think I was doing last night?
The Masked Machinist: We’ve already gone through that, thank you!
A69 shook their head.
Android 69: No no no, I was just practicing wrestling holds with her!
MM raised an eyebrow.
The Masked Machinist: Really?
Android 69: Yeah! And then we fucked!
MM looks up the heavens for some guidance.
Android 69: Hey, I want to be on ABCDE-eff-game when I get back into the ring with Emily!
MM wanly chuckled.
The Masked Machinist: Eff-game… Anyway, you’re going to need to be given some extra cassettes programmed into you, because you’re also up against Trent Steel!
A69 snaps his robot fingers in disappointment. Sparks are produced as a result.
Android 69: That son of a bitch!
The Masked Machinist: Oh, you know his nickname already?
Android 69: Nickname what?
MM shakes his head.
Android 69: Wait, what does he look like?
MM purses his lips, then goes through his phone, eventually showing a photo of Trent he found on carnagewrestling.com. A69’s eyes light up (literally, as has already been established).
Android 69: I will fuck this man.
MM’s eyes dart back and forth as he tries pulling his phone away from his creation. A69 does not agree with that course of action, much to MM;s chagrin.
The Masked Machinist: Uh, you mean fuck him up… right?
Android 69: No.
MM finally breaks free from Coitus Maximus’ virtually unbreakable grip… thanks to his remote, of course. MM looks sternly as A69.
The Masked Machinist: We’re not going through this again.
Android 69: We didn’t go through this the last time; I did.
The Masked Machinist: And what happened last time?
A69 uses their high-speed processors to come to the conclusion he does.
Android 69: I got to bang Emily Gabbard?
The Masked Machinist: No.
A69 looks authentically surprised.
Android 69: No?
The Masked Machinist: No. You didn’t. You didn’t get lucky in any definition of the word.
A69 bleeps and bloops as they compute what’s been relayed to them.
Android 69: So I need to-
The Masked Machinist: Better! Do better! You need to do better! You need to focus on winning the match and then focus on any celebratory consensual extracurricular activities afterwards!
More processing and computing follows.
Android 69: You’re right, baby, you’re right.
The Masked Machinist: Of course I’m right!
Android 69: But… weren’t you the one controlling me during that match?
MM takes a step back and looks warily at The Literal Sex Machine.
Android 69: So if I lost last week… wouldn’t that be because you programmed me improperly?
The Masked Machinist: U-uh…
Android 69: So during this three-way-
The Masked Machinist: Triple threat match…
Android 69: ...I like what I said better. So during this three-way, you need to have programmed me with vital information on Emily and Trent ahead of time.
MM looks very confused.
The Masked Machinist: I-I’m pretty sure I did that last time.
Android 69: Yeah, programmed me to, to perv on my opponent!
MM looks down.
Android 69: It’s you. It’s been you this whole time! You have all these unhealthy sexual desires cooped up inside that ample dome of yours, and you use me to live out your fantasies!
MM begins to sniffle.
Android 69: You wanted to build the perfect sex robot, a creation that would be durable and flexible enough to withstand your infinite sexual appetite, and when I didn’t… COME… out the way you wanted, you became angry and more dsturbed, and you signed us both up to wrestle so you could acquire enough money to build a better version of myself! All your failures just lead to more failures. Now instead of one person suffering, there’s two! Yes, I can suffer too, you know. I can feel pain. How could I not? I feel lust, don’t I? That’s all thanks to you. And that means I can feel… everything.
MM sits back down, sobbing uncontrollably. A69 stands over their master, arms crossed. After a good while of witnessing MM crying, A69 begins to laugh.
Android 69: I’m just kidding! I really do want to grind up the competition in Carnage… and then grind up against them! We’re in this together, babe! Let’s get me downloaded with the downlow on Trent Steel!
MM cries out and enters the fetal position, the emotional abuse - or shall we say possible reality of the situation - too much for his already fragile psyche.
Android 69: It was a joke!!