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We left the hotel and sped to the villa by taxi, which was at least 1 hours drive from the city. Madelaine was
making these very strange dolphin noises and kept prodding the back of the taxi drivers cap.
"Hey Cut that out, I'm trying to drive here."
"Hey cut that out, I'm trying to drive here." She echoed obnoxiously.
"Oh Jesus Christ, I shouldn't have given you those uppers. We need to quiten you down.
You could smack me in the face.
The cab driving gave an accusing glare via the rear-vision mirror. Charles loosened his colour and tried not to
act nervous.
"Ah, I could, I could do that, but that's not very gentlemen like."
"I don't care, I very much doubt I would feel a thing in my state." She picked one her legs up and rested
it on the top of the cab drivers seat.
"Look Shut up! Just shut the hell up, I've got these menacing criminal androids to worry about." I felt
seedy, and purged onto the taxi floor between my legs.
"Was that Blood?"
"No, I'm not sure what it was, but it wasn't blood. I think all those drinks I had earlier and messing with
me."
By the time we reached the villa my disposition was haggard like an old boot. There was no medication left for
me, I had been forced to give all the downers to Madelaine to stop her from kicking the back of the cab-drivers
seat. And there at the villa, to greet my disposition, was a entire group of robots dancing in my front yard.
"Right all of you out of my yard!" The robots didn't budge the stopped dancing and commenced a game of
kick-ball with Charles' hi-fi system.
"Ok that's it, I'm tough like anybody, brace yourselves you tinned idiots. Charles rolled up his sleeves and
began to punch on with the robots. He wasn't doing to badly either, though most of the time he would just punch
the steel and injure his hand. And the old throw-dirt-in-the-opponents eyes didn't work so great, because they
miniature wind-screen wipers for protection.
Charles fought valiantly until his fists were a horrific purple and he was physically exhausted. He managed to
completely destroy two robots, and put quite a few dints in the others.
The robots eventually grew bored of the situation and ambled off down the driveway and over the hills.
"Lets get drunk and someone can tie somebody up." Suggested Madelaine.
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