Eighth Dawn

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[Cambot is clearly heading through a doorway into a very dim area. It turns, focusing in on the bright hallway and adjusting to see two silhouettes. One is of Riku. The other is also of Riku, but tied to a chair. The standing one uses his foot to shove the chair in. It slides across the floor, almost toppling as it comes to a stop. Cambot adjusts so the picture is clearer in the dim light. It’s Riku’s shade, looking slightly dazed and battered, but amazingly ungagged. Whether the rough appearance is due to the previous fight, being kept unconscious or as payback for anything that’s come out of its mouth while ungagged, it’s unclear. The door slams behind.]

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[itsjustthebots]

[And where has the shadow Riku ended up? Why, in the Tom Servo Deck, of course! And it is there that dozens of the little robots suddenly discover him...]

Hey-oo, bucko, what brings you down here?

Lookit this guy, he's out-gothed Morrisey!

Hey buddy, looks liked you're all tied up! Hoo-hoo!

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[The shade shouts something vile, but what it is, who really knows? For all we know, it could have just desperately proclaimed its love for a robot, or shouted out sports scores. It tries to head-butt one of the robots, but, hey, just it's luck, it manages to topple the chair instead!]

[itsjustthebots]

[And the many Toms don't seem to care at all about what he says, since they just crowd around him more and keep taunting him...]

Whatcha doin', starring in a remake of Hitchcock's "Rope?"

He's having a bad chair day!

Hey, everyone! Let's bounce on the blackened Bowie!

Whoopee!

Wahoooo!

[And then a bunch of small robots decide to start bouncing about on the spectre's toppled form.]

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[The shade just lies there a moment, Cambot getting great footage of his cheek smooshed against the floor. It's eyes are nearly shut with so much hatred. And then they start bouncing on him. He cries out something, then attempts to struggle fruitlessly. The chair clanks against the floor, green goo oozing from its mouth.]

[itsjustthebots]

[The 'bots continue their hilarious game of Hop on Pop Spectre.]

Whoopee! Evil's fun when it's fun!

[Then the goo is noticed...]

Ewwww, Linda Blair wannabe over here!

Somebody go get priest Servo!

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[Cambot provides a nice little closeup of the shade, its cheek smushed against the floor. It's the perfect picture of face-plantage, as per definition in the Dictionary-Of-Made-Up-Words, penned by Goerge W. Bush. The double flinches at every bounce, looking both angry and miserable. It starts rocking the chair, finally able to get the chair on its side so its face was no longer looking like it was imitating a slug, given the slime trail.]

[itsjustthebots]

Don't worry Mr. Evil Spectre, priest Servo will help you!

And probably not die mysteriously off-screen!

[And then, another Servo clone enters...this one dressed as a priest.]

Oh, my child, though you have sinned, I shall drive the demons from your very soul! [And the priest!Servo sticks his tiny little useless hands on the spectre!Riku's head.] THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!

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[The shade just pauses. No, no one can hear him, but he very clearly lipped the word "what?!" After a moment of sheer WTHery, where one might barely hear the wheels in the double's head slowly grind to a brief halt, it decides not to play nice. Again, it tries to headbutt one of the strange little robots, namely the priest this time.]

[itsjustthebots]

[Since Tom has never been that stable of a robot, the priest!Servo gets headbutted and then topples over.]

Oh! Ohhhh, I am slain! Must...give...Shatner...esque...dying...speech!

[The other Servos just get even more frenzied at this.]

He's headbutted the priest! IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE!

He's going into full-on Linda mode!

QUICK, get the pliers!

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[With a dumbfounded look, the shade lips something. Its show of aggression, rather than frightening off the robots had only worsened things. Its eyes narrow as it struggles, trying fruitlessly to break free. Its movements become rhythmic, but it can't seem to tip the chair anymore. In its frustration it spits at the bots.]

[itsjustthebots]

[Sorry Rikuganger, but you're severely outnumbered. Another Tom shows up with a pair of pliers.]

Oh! You spit at me, sir! Bad form!

HAVE AT YOU!

[One of the Toms then proceeds to stick the pliers up the spectre's nose.]

Got him by the nose!

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[AAAAAAH. It has the shade's nose hair! Not the nose hair! Its eyes squeeze shut, a few tears rolling loose. It screeches as it wrinkles up its nose, a tickle growing until it sneezes green goo all over. His nostril still stings.]

[itsjustthebots]

[And another Tom gets taken out by the goo. The extra Toms wail.]

Nooo! Not Blind Tom!

Time to bring out the BIG GUNS! Let's give 'em a song, boys!

Aye, right!

[A large group of Toms then begins to sing...]

RINKY-DINKY-DINKY-DINK, PARLEZ-VOUS! RINKY-DINKY-DINKY-DINK, PARLEZ-VOUS!

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[The doppelganger at first makes a face that is the pure facial incarnation of "What the ****." Ever so slowly the face contorts into a look of annoyance before devolving into one of pain. Its eyes squeeze themselves shut before it tries to writhe, still bound to the chair. It screams (in a slightly girly way? We like to think so.) as loud as is inhumanly possible.]

[itsjustthebots]

OYY! HE LOVES IT! LOUDER, MATES!

[The Toms continue to sing, even louder, while occasionally bouncing on his head.]

I LOVE TO BUSH ME BUCKLES IN ME BARLEY, BOYO-HEEEY! I LOVE TO BRUSH ME BOOTIES ON THE BEDBOW, BOYO-HEEEEY!

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[The shade continues to screech, mashing it's ear against the floor in hopes of drowning out the sound. It's lipping certain choice words, FOR SHAME! After some time, it literally beats its face against the floor. In Cambot's mind, or maybe core processor, who knows, it sounds like a squeaky mallet when it does so.]

[itsjustthebots]

[The Toms continue to sing and dance, while a few notice the shade's distress.]

Hey, let's help him do the Curly noise!

Yeah, Moe!

[Therefore, a few of the Toms start to push the shade's chair around in a circle, while going:]

WHOOWHOOWHOOWHOO WHOOOOOP! WHOOWHOOWHOOWHOO WHOOOOOP!

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[The shade tries to grind its face into the floor with little success. As it's spun it's face smears goo along the floor. It's like his face is trying to imitate a snail!]

[itsjustthebots]

[Some of the Servos continue to push him around in a circle and whoop.]

Curly meets Slimer, it looks like!

Oh, I know! Let's get the Ghostbuster Servo!

Yes, he'll bust this burly bronco!

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[As if on cue, the shade shakes his chair, effectively "bucking," as if it wasn't already biting at the bit!]

[itsjustthebots]

[After awhile, another Servo shows up, this one in a Ghostbusters outfit and holding a toy gun.]

Be careful! Don't cross the streams!

[This Servo then proceeds to fwap the shade over the head with the toy gun over and over.]

Now you've got 'im! His sliming days will be over!