Here’s what Jon G, myself, Mattie and Asa have put together so far.
It was a pretty nice day. Robocop was out for a jog when who should he find coming his way but a gang of bullies! These no good ruffians had nothing but the worst in mind for Robocop, who had harassed them no earlier than last week after a schoolyard brawl.
But that had been no ordinary brawl. Unbeknownst to Robocop, the bullies had been temporarily drafted into the CIA to aid in a terrorist sting operation. Robocop had interviened, thinking he was helping a defenseless civilian, and the evil terrorist mastermind had gotten away.
Freed of their government contract, the bullies had a score to settle. They advanced on robocop with weapons as primitive as lead pipes and as advanced as the pistol Muggs Mallone kept in the waistband of his pants but was always afraid to use because it made a very loud noise.
Later!
Robocop began to cry. This always happened to him after a confrontation. He didn’t really know why, something to do with the human face that was stuck to his gadgetry. But god, it cost the government a lot in anti-rust ointment. The expenditure was justifiable though, like a Unicorn, Robocop’s tears had incredible powers.
As the sadness-incarnate streamed out of his vision-screen, Robocop tried to think of happier times. Like back when coach was still alive. Of course, thoughts of coach only made it worse. Tears now coated his glorious metallic body, and he braced himself for what he knew was inevitable. The change was coming again. The transformation was beginning.
His hair grew greasy, and long. His voice, removed and Hong Kong-Austrian. His rear end began to take on the form and shade of a buterball turkey. The man once Robocop screamed in anguish and threw his hands up in rage. “I’M FED UP WITH THIS WORLD!” he shried. The metamorphosis into Wiseautron 5000 was complete.
Best Google Wave use to date. This is a good time to mention that I am the proud controller of a chunk Google Wave invitations. Who wants the hot Wave injection?