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Ten thousand years of Roboshrub.

Fangs for the memories.

In today’s state, Roboshrub Incorporated is an entity entirely devoted
to the execution of what normal people would refer to as “bad ideas.”

It was the creator’s original idea that all concepts, whether
useful or not, contribute to the global subconscious level of progress
for the human race. Therefore, we contend that no idea is an unfit
idea, and vow to act on each and every one of them.

Roboshrub Inc.
Public Communications Department

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For your insolence, I condemn you to...

Suffer the Fate of a Thousand Bees!
(Before they go extinct)

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The Passion of the Roboshrub V

Vincent O’Neil gripped the pleather armrest as tightly as he could. Normally the 350 pound 8th grader would have been in school, but a nerve-wracking toothache convinced his parents to send a bag of grain in his stead; surely the offering would placate his instructors while Dr. Saul Graccio repaired his enamel.

“I know I told you to say ‘ah,’ but... you know, here.” The elderly dentist handed Vince a pack of sugar-free Mentos. “It’s for your own health.”

Vince pawed at the package. “What is it?”

He scratched his beard for a few seconds. “It’s candy, Vince. Eat as much as you want. But let’s take a look at those chompers of yours first.” Pulling out a flashlight, Graccio waited for Vince to open his mouth, which creaked like a rusty drawbridge. You’d think a kid this fat would be able to unhinge his jaw at the drop of a hat, the doctor smiled to himself. If his chuckle was audible, he’d brush it off as a side effect of the laughing gas.

“Ca ya hee aye kin?”

“You speak English?” Graccio asked, only vaguely conscious of the outside world. Once he got into someone’s mouth, you really couldn’t talk to him until he finished poring over each bicuspid. “Okay, what have we got here? Oh, that ain’t right. You brush your teeth often?”

Pointless Scribble!

Vince shook his head, or at least tried to.

“Yeah, and I’ll bet you’ve been drinking a lot of soft drinks. Your teeth are totally, almost dissolved. It’s like you’ve been chugging battery acid. Seriously, what’s wrong with you? Don’t you like your teeth?”

“Ah da gree haw da!”

“You know, I get patients in here every day who lose teeth in fights, in accidents, and sometimes the teeth just fall out on their own. But if you’re going to melt your teeth and lie to me, I’m not going to treat you.”

The doctor pulled his hands out of Vince’s mouth and reached for a bottle of orange solvent. “You see this?” He unscrewed it and held it upside down over the nearby sink. “That was tooth lotion. If I’d applied it, your teeth would’ve regenerated instantly. But you had to be a liar and bring shame onto my humble medical practice, so now your teeth are going to stay the way they are.”

“But I haven’t been drinking any soft-”

“Look, I’m going to sue you if you don’t get out of this office immediately.” Graccio snapped a rubber glove onto his left hand and moved Vince’s tongue out of the way so he could get a bird’s eye view of the bottom incisors.

“Just ignore him,” a skinny kid in a baseball cap and a pirate hat whispered from an adjacent pod. “He won’t remember any of what he’s saying, once he’s done. He’s in the zone.

“Yeah, I’m going to have to replace your entire mouth with a combustion engine, like what they have in cars.”

Pointless Scribble!

Vince panicked. Having a combustion engine for a mouth would be fun at first- watching the potato chips he shoved into his face burst into flames, spewing exhaust into his mothers face when she kissed him goodnight. But after a few days, it would grow to be too much. All the kids at school would call him “motor mouth,” “stupid” and “Jimmy the Guy Who Makes Car Noises.”

Bucking with all of his weight against the straps in the dentist’s chair, Vince’s flabby wrists burst from their restraints. Thusly unfettered, he bolted sluggishly out the door and down the hall.

“Hey! Hey, you!” the dentist shouted after him, “Bring me back some baseball cards from the Seven Eleven!”

Vince pushed back against the side of his faux office chair. The pain in his teeth were unbearable, but he’d told his parents nothing of Dr. Graccio’s plans to vulcanize his mouth; they wouldn’t believe him, not after he’d accidentally eaten aluminum foil and triggered a homeland security alert when he’d walked through an airport metal detector.

Pointless Scribble!

You’re the only one I can talk to,” he whispered to himself in the mirror. It was a habit he had, standing in front of the mirror and talking to his reflection. Having no friends did that to a person. “I think we should see other people.”

Dragging his be-slippered feet, the obese teenager (yes, 13 counts as teenagerhood) slumped down in front of his Dell Optiplex GX1. Double-clicking the big blue “E,” Vince skillfully navigated to his favorite search portal — Lycos — and tried to find a new dentist using the keywords “discreet,” “free,” and “tooth docotr” (bless his pudgy heart, he forgot the word “dentist,” or even how to spell “doctor!”).

“Your teeth will pave the way for my armies.”

Vince choked, spilling his cherry slushie and a box of pretzels over the keyboard, where they joined with hair, dandruff, and countless crumbs from a thousand snacks. Why did I even think I could eat pretzels with such a painful toothache?!

The voice was coming from the heating ducts. The haunted heating ducts. Vincent panicked. Who — or what — could be in his heating ducts? They were only about eleven inches wide, and the only point of access would have been through the boiler in the basement.

“Give me those choppers, you sluggish hotdog!”

Pointless Scribble!

Before Vincent could convince himself that this was just a horrible nightmare, his monitor degaussed. Before him was a familiar face, but not one that gave him any measure of comfort, no sir! There was an audible click as the downstairs furnace came on and bathed the whole house in tinderbox splendor. Vincent stared into the digitized eye cogs of his virtual overlord, the long forgotten... Destructobob.

“This pain you feel is like an open freeway of psychology!”

“Wh-what do you want from me?!” Vincent quivered, rubbing his legs as memory of Destructobob’s last encounter broke through his mental barriers. She’d used him to achieve an ambiguous goal in a recursive timeloop- the worst kind of timeloop, excepting the infinite timeloop. The last thing he needed now was another federal entourage chucking ninjas through his treehouse...

“Have you not been keeping up with today’s street lingo?” the possessed monitor asked him. “Your teeth are not your own. For forty frothy days and forty frosty nights, you were groomed by the molar men to be their mascot! Now rest lightly... for the undermasters of the gums may one day require your head on a stick!”

Destructobob immediately vanished from the taskbar as if her program had terminated. Five seconds later lightning rays shot out the USB port, peppering the wall with burn-marks but leaving Vince unscathed; his thick hide acted ably as a buffer. Standing perfectly still at his room’s magnetic north pole, Vince waited one minute...

Pointless Scribble!

Two minutes...

Three minutes...

Finally, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. It’s... passed.

And then the floor collapsed.

Processing 11Ɨ100 Robo-Comments:

Anonymous Rich gesticulated...

That's not an observatory, this is an observatory... wait, no, it's just a comment after observing your story... of course... my head is an observatory! as is my third nipple.

I could read a thousand 'Vincent and his toothy problems', simply cool.

Why is the floor collapsing? No really. My floor is collapsing.

5/08/2007 12:22 AM  
Blogger fireballmage gesticulated...

the boy must've eaten one too many mousetraps.

5/08/2007 7:47 AM  
Blogger jin gesticulated...


May I please have some of that magick tooth lotion?

btw...I know it's not nice of me to say this, but if he really was using that evil big blue ā€œEā€ I think he deserved to have all that tooth pain.

5/09/2007 4:33 AM  
Blogger L>T gesticulated...

wonderfully weird, as usual.

& I love how the pictures went so well with the story. Sheesh!

5/10/2007 2:51 AM  
Blogger R2K gesticulated...

Hey I have a little fun activity going on now where you can Win $10!

5/13/2007 11:31 AM  
Anonymous Rich gesticulated...

Did you know that Bag O'Grain has since raised Vincents school grades by 8%. But he's also been giving Vincent's girlfriend the silent treatment.

5/17/2007 6:54 PM  
Blogger Bathroom Hippo gesticulated...

Silly Robot.

5/18/2007 7:04 AM  
Blogger Lee Ann gesticulated...

Happy birthday Gyro!!!!!

5/21/2007 11:34 PM  
Blogger Gyrobo gesticulated...

@Rich: Floors collapse all the time, sometimes for no apparent reason.

@Fireballmage: Now that's a retort.

@Jin: Magick lotion? Never! That's a state secret. Even telling you about it is grounds for impeachment.

@L>T: It's what the fans expect.

@R2K: I think I may have missed that offer...

@Hippo: That was plan two.

@Lee Ann: Thanks! My birthday was about six months ago, but still, that means you remembered my half-birthday!

5/22/2007 12:03 AM  
Blogger Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator gesticulated...

Do you think that you could get Richard Greico to play Dr. Graccio? That would be cool.

5/22/2007 6:04 PM  
Blogger R2K gesticulated...

"My arm became gooey"



5/22/2007 8:40 PM