Wazy and the newcomer, too tired to react, gave the threat their meanest terrified stares. The Rabbit rolled his eyes: MELODRAMA. Again. But Rush solemnly took action, though many of the actions he took were a mystery, invisible and incomprehensible to the average rabbit. He took a stand directly in front of the robot controlling Joshua Lightwalker's cannon, and spoke quietly, but firmly. "Halt," said The Rabbit.

Joshua Lightwalker's corpse froze in time. With a snap of Rush's midnight-purple fingers and a *poof* of smoke, the cannon vanished. Rush relaxed his arm, and Joshua Lightwalker, reanimated, fell to the dusty, dirty tavern floor. Rush spoke again. "WHAT are you REALLY?"

Despite being dead and the robot having no knowledge of humanoid facial expressions, much less how to control them, Joshua Lightwalker's face nearly showed the timid, submissive, panicked fright that could be easily sensed in his voice as he stammered out a few "erms" and "uhs".

The Rabbit munched on a who-knows-how-old piece of popcorn that he found under the bar. He wondered who was originally planning to eat that kernel before it was wasted away, falling the infinite height that seperated the popcorn bag-holder's hand from the floor. What was that fall like for the popcorn? What was it like for the butter? Probably much scarier than Joshua Lightwalker was to them now. Another question came to him: Corn versus gingerbread? Corn was the obvious answer, he decided in an instant, winning by a mile. No way was gingerbread better than corn. Or even cornbread, for that matter.

Given a moment to collect himself a bit, the robot controlling Joshua Lightwalker lied. "I am a rabbit by the name of Joshua Lightwalker. I am an incredible swordsman and video gamer."

Rush smacked at the air like a playful, but uncoordinated, kitten. Joshua Lightwalker reacted as if stung with pain. "Tell the truth!" Rush commanded.

"I am Cyborg Experiment Five Fifty-Two! I was sent here to begin decimation of the entire galaxy using this meaty shell of a useless human which I am using despite its uselessness!"

"Try again."

"Alright, alright... my name... well, they call me... I was called Robobaby Feces. Robofeece for short. I wasn't just going to decimate the galaxy"--Joshua Lightwalker's face would be blushing now--"I was going to get rid of the other 9/10, too. And I wasn't exactly sent here, either... I did all of this to myself."

The Rabbit, Wazy, and the not-yet-identified newcomer all burst out laughing, while Rush visibly held back a grin, prefering the cold, hardened vibe he'd been giving off earlier. Wazy hunched over onto The Rabbit's side. "Don't pass out again," The Rabbit advised Wazy.

"I can understand why being called that would make you want to destroy the galaxy," joked the newcomer, enciting even more uncontrollable giggling, and embarrassment from Robofeece.

After the laughter had died down, and he had managed to supress his own amusement, Rush acknowledged the newcomer's remark. "Indeed, Newcomer. But the fact remains, Robofeece, that there is no excuse for your actions." Rush's emotionless expression switched into a fierce snarl. "And as such, you will be punished."