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Davey was somewhat disappointed when he saw that his hut appeared to be near completion. He really wanted to help in the construction. "Hey, my friend," Cadmen Coon said from the roof. "It's no problem for us. You've been doin' more with your built-in 24-hour Internet Access than anything we can hack out by hand."
"Yeah," Bear added, who just leapt down from above, landing behind Davey. "Even with help."
"YIIIIIIIII!!!!" Davey jumped straight up ten feet. "My oh my, David. You're kinda jumpy today. I've never expected you to have 'outsider moods' this soon."
Davey paused for breath. "Sorry, Bear. I'm just not used to working with a team. I must confess to being a loner of sorts."
"'Team?' Why Davey, the way these people welcome folks, you'll end up thinking they're family in a month. Where's Bunnie?"
"Good news, Bear," Mighty said. "The test on her was successful. She was at Rotor's when I went by . . ."
"Successful? You mean?"
"Come with me, son."
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As Davey and Bear walked to Rotor's hut, they talked at length about Davey's social life on Earth. Or rather, the lack of one. "It seemed that I have been but on that mudball to piss of as many people as possible. Sooner or later, I'll say something or do something that will offend somebody. I'm sure hat I'll get some of you Mobians mad at me eventually."
"Well, piss off the right people; the bad guys."
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, here. However, on my home world, I keep trying to keep myself from losing what few friends I had. Unfortunately, that means keeping to myself, like those bears you've named after."
"True. But in my years, and believe me, they are plenty, I found out that even bears need other people every now and then, otherwise they just go nuts. These are good people, these Freedom Fighters, and you are a much better person than you give yourself credit for. They will become your family, David, if you would open up and let them. I think you know that already, by what you're doing to Sonia."
"Hmm. I suppose."
Bear put his paw on Davey's shoulder. "If you ever need someone to talk to, don't be afraid to see me, okay?" The two stopped by Rotor's hut. "Thanks, Bear."
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From a distance, Bunnie Buns, a.k.a. Bunnie Rabbot, looked as if she was never been roboticized, but as you looked real close, you will see the hinges and pivot rings that are the tell-tale signs of roboticization, only a lot more subtle. She was frozen in a position where she was taking her pulse in her roboticized arm. Her copiously crying eyes just stare blankly.
"She just found her pulse and froze like that," Rotor tried to explain while shaking her. "I can't seem to wake her up."
Bear and Davey glanced at each other. "She must be in shock." "Yeah, or by what I call it, 'Systems Lock-Up.'" "You say that as if we can just re-boot her and she'll be fine." "Sure thing, Bear. Here's how:"
Davey grabbed an empty bucket, filled it up with water, and threw it at Bunnie. Splash!
"Aaachk! Sppputtt! H-Hey! What the hoo-hah!?! Oooooh, Ah'm all wet! How'd ah . . . "
"Bunnie, you're back."
"What do ya mean, Ro--" She pointed with her left arm. "Oh, ah must've found mah pulse on this arm and . . . ah must've drifted a mile away, Sugar."
"I take it you couldn't find your pulse in that arm for quite a while, didn't you, Bunnie?"
"Why sho', Davey Dear. It's been three years since Ah got chuck int' th' Roboticizer. Sonic shut that durn thang off mid-way. Oh mah stars, if not for these small grooves, Ah'd think ah was cured!"
"Why don't ya just say that you are cured, Bunnie? That bio-genetic limbs you've got now is identical in nature to the body you were born with."
"Are you thinking what Ah'm thinking, Davey Dear?"
"We show your new bod to th' public next time we fight the Badniks."
"And when Snivley looks at littl' ol' me and finds out about all this." She struck a pose.
"The Quicktime Video of that pusbag crapping his pants will be as priceless as the Simpson murder cartoon!"
"Ooooooo, Davey Dear, you can be a devil at times!"
Davey smiles mischievously with a chuckle that will strike fear in that ersatz despot mentioned.