*runs in the store*
*sees an android cussing out a Gamecube game*
My people.
*walks to one of the employees*
Excuse me sir, but how much are those boots in the window?
???: Not for sale. You gotta have a talk with the boss if you want those.
Alright, where's his office?
???: Right through there.
Thanks. Say, what's your name? You've been a great help.
Ryan: I'm Ryan. I'm 4 years outta college, and now look at me... :|
Aw... That sucks... Well thanks for everything.
Ryan: No problem.
*skips off into the boss' office*
Hey, uh, excuse me... I wanted to know about those boots you have for display in the window...
???: Oh, really...?
... You sound familiar...
Tracey: *spins around in his chair* Well, I think I should.
TRACEY!?
Tracey: So, you want those boots...?
What are you doing here?
Tracey: Managing this trainwreck of a robot store.
Yeah, but shouldn't you be dead in a ditch somewhere...?
Tracey: Hm... Cute... *Gets up in my face* Just like I remember...
Don't look at me.
Tracey: Anyway beautiful, I know a way you can get those boots...
How much you want?
Tracey: Oh, I don't want money... I want... *whispers something in my ear*
O___O
WHAT?
NO!
NO WAY IN ****!
Tracey: *smirks* Hmmm... I suppose you don't want those boots then...? Or perhaps... You wish to return to prison?
O__O
You wouldn't.
Tracey: I think we both know I would.
*runs out the office, bumping into Ryan, knocking him down*
Ryan, I'm in danger, got any place I can hide from your boss?
Ryan: Why do you need to hide from my boss?
Tracey: *runs over to me, seizing me so I can't escape*
This is impossible! I'm very powerful! You can possibly hold me!
Tracey: Hmmm... You ARE a cyborg...
ALRIGHT! I AM! NOW RELEASE ME!
Tracey: Rather not.
I warned you...
Inner Warrior Queen, awaken within thyself.
Show this fool what you're REALLY made of.
Eliminate all underestimations...
WITH THIS!!!
*Transforms into Queen attire, that is tattered and massive missle and guns, fire at Tracey, leaving him injured... Possibly dead...*
Ryan: Whoa... Hate to get on your bad side...
I'm actually quite nice. Trust me. I was just threatened, and my instinct was to attack...
Ryan: Well... Looks like I don't have a boss... Thanks...
Oh, I'm sorry, I... I had completely forgotten that... Oh, well now I feel terrible...
...
...
HEY! I have an idea!
Come one!
*I drag Ryan outside, and start to fly, holding him like Superman does Lois Lane*