*Robert and Bobby continue their final epic dance-off of the gods. The music is at it's fastest. Robert & Bobby are dancing so fast that their motions look like blurs to the naked eye. Both are sweating, but Robert sweating more than Bobby.*
Why aren't you sweating?
Bobby:I'm mostly mechanical, remember? My robotic parts have high velosity fans built-in to prevent them from over-heating.
Oh. Right. I knew that.
*They continue to dance.*
Hey, wait a minute, since you have robotic parts, aren't you cheating?
Bobby:Not at all. My mechanical parts are are conected to my brain with wires. The wires are thought-powered, so I have total control over my mechanical body parts. It works similar to your nervous system.
...I don't trust you.
Bobby:What!?
How can I trust you just didn't pre-program the movments of your Robotic parts?
Bobby:Trust me!
Prove it.
Bobby:You want proof? Here's your proof!
*Bobby kicks himself in the ankle. He trips.*
Bobby: See? I-
*Bobby stops. His eyes widen.*
Bobby:(angerly)You cheated! Why you little...
*At this point, the rest of Bobby's troops die. They just suddenly drop dead. Their corpses wither away to dust.*
Alright, Bobby. Now that I've beaten you in a Final epic dance-off of the gods, I'm turning you into the police.
Bobby:(Getting up)Do you think I'm an idiot or something?
*Bobby reaches into his pocket and pulls out 4 small, blue spheres. Bobby throws them on the ground, causing them to emit large amounts of thick smoke around him. Robert covers his nose and mouth. When the smoke clears, Bobby is no where to be seen.*
Oh well. The good thing is, we saved Labor day! Let's party!
*Robert begins to party.*