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I stay, sulking, before the doorway, smoking on a lame cigarette. I let out a few puffs engulfed by cigarette smoke, waiting for my turn. At one point, a guy wearing sunglasses peeks through the door. "Your turn, ma'am." He tells me. My face instantly brightens at the sight of him. "Remind me to have a private session with you later." I tell him. He raises an eyebrow and replies with "I won't forget, ma'am." "Good", I tell him, brushing past him and onto the stage, music booming through the speakers. Was that Nicki Minaj? It sounded like Anaconda. My favourite song...

((Noice night club I got thar!))

((sorry. i was glitching, and had to go to the mechanics.))

i walk in, with a human disguise. i am dressed in a guard's uniform, with a torch and my epic shades. i swipe my shades off as my superior officer approaches. i have recently taken a job here to fill my bank account, and guarding the place seems easier than anything else.

i am told to go into the actual club. to keep my cover, i agree, and walk in. i go and stand in the corner, and light my self a cigar. i do like the odd cigar... i put my shades back on, and listen to the music. is that... anaconda? bleagh. i prefer dubstep...

I approach the pole in an alluring way, my walking pattern moving my hips as much as possible. I grasp the pole tightly, flexing my *cough* 'backside' muscles to the beat of the music.

i put in some headphones, and put on some dubstep.

I am not particularly good at dancing, but the male robots in the crowd go wild at my...'skills'. I smile at them, continuing my actions when I spot some weird guy in the corner.

I see a group of robots advancing. They are covered in spikes, with a symbol on their heads. They are a team... A crew... A gang. I scan them with my x-Ray vision. They are carrying guns. One of them, the leader, makes a gesture, and guns are pointed in my direction. I sigh, and whip out my mini gun, and blow them to smithereens. Over the radio, I can only hear stuttering. "They won't be back." I see that half of the club is looking at me. I glare at them, the menacing kind where you know that they are glaring at you, but you can't see. They eventually peel their eyes from me, and go back to hollering at the stage. I fake interest in the show, showing more attention to my cigar than anything else.

I feel someone looking at me. I trace it back to the robot on stage. I notice her for the firs time. She is covered in a suit, which makes her look like a blue bear. The light catches he red ears, and she shoots me a flirty look. I pretend not to notice, but I eventually give a gruff cough and move closer to the stage. I chomp on my cigar softer than I have, but still maintain a menacing look.

I think he may have noticed me. I have the perfect plan...I get down low and twerk in front of him, pleasing the audience and hopefully him. I cast him a backwards look,smile and continue. My life is made of repetitions. I like it that way.

She moves her rear in front of me. I do not object to the action, and move towards the stage, and mutter into the radio to keep a watch. I get as close as possible. "Don't stop for me."

"Oh, I won't, hun." I chuckle lightly, looking around at the audience, who are hungrily watching me. I love being noticed.

I watch her, whilst checking my back with the mirrors in my shades. You never know in these places...

I slowly stand up, making the crowd cheer

I check my watch. My shift just finished. Damn. I walk out, and finish my cigar.

The song finishes, and my time is over. I walk off the stage and follow the stranger. "Hey." I call after him.

"what?" i turn slowly, and fold my arms. "why are you following me? of all people to follow..."

i rotate my lower half 180 degrees and continue walking. "since when was i buying you dinner? and please stop flirting with me, i am getting weirded out."

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I am largely disappointed by his answer. To hide my sadness, I showa an angry attitude. "Oh, ok, ya jerk, it's just good manners to ask a lady you like out to dinner. And since when was I flirting?! I won't expect to see your ass around here again." I shoot him a million angry looks and turn away, to walk back to the club.

I spin my head around a few times, to make sure that it was me she was talking to, and then head to my apartment. She obviously doesn't know that I'm a terminator. As I enter my apartment, I curse myself for letting her slip out of my fingers. I might as well resign there, and find a job somewhere else. I heard that freddy fazbear's pizzeria needs a new night guard...

He'll definitely be coming back for more...

Well, there's no point in quitting, and I can show my inner self (the robot bit!) And work from there. She obviously doesn't know what I am, so I can work, but with my inner components showing.

I walk over to the far wall, and plug myself in to recharge. Donut Jeff should be home soon, and he knows to check my memory files. He doesn't need to know, but I don't mind.

I have a weird wanting to follow him home. So I do, making a note of the route.

Shit. I left the door unlocked. I boot up, and walk over to it. I stick my head out, and see a familiar blue robot. I close the door, this time ensuring that it is locked, and plug myself back in.

I, thankfully, have already entered his room. I hode in the shadows and hack into his systems so that he cannot detect me.

((Still a cyborg.))

I see something move in the shadows, and I lift Skynet's pride and joy- the plasma rifle- to face it.

Thankfully, I blind the guy.

I cannot see, so i attempt to feel my way to the intruder. I grab something large and round, and squeeze.

My systems stop in their tracks. My eyes widen at the feeling, but I do not dare move. Instead, I smile, wanting him to continue.

I lift it up, testing it's weight. I deduce that it is a very heavy, very large paperweight, and set it back down. I feel for something else that could lead me to the intruder, and find a pair of hands...

Waffles wrote: "I lift it up, testing it's weight. I deduce that it is a very heavy, very large paperweight, and set it back down. I feel for something else that could lead me to the intruder, and find a pair of h..."

I grab his finger and push it into my mouth, licking it slightly while putting his other hand back on my chest.

i free my hand from what is obviously not a paperweight. "not today Satan." i lift the hand, and strike with an open palm. my hand is freed from the mouth, and i fire up the firewall. my vision slowly returns. "you!"

((Hey there!))

I smile. "Yes, me, hun." An unkown emotional force brings my gaze down to his trousers where I analyze a massive bulge. Massive as in...massive. I look back up, both of my eyebrows raised. "Is that a flashlight in your pocket...or are you just happy to see me?" I half close my eyes, giving the impression of lust.

I stare at the still-noticeable bulge. "You have something that I want."

I take the phone out. "Could've fooled me... Anyway, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY APARTMENT, I DIDN'T INVITE YOU!!!"

"WELL?!?"

((I'll go to third person.))

Suddenly, she jumped onto him, pushing his bod onto the floor. She kissed him deeply, feeling his wet cavern of a mouth with her robotic tongue.

i grab her by the throat and lift her off. "not today..."

"Yes, today." She said, slipping her lusty tongue back into his mouth. She began to slowly unzip his trousers.

I signal Donut. I had left him a message in my memory unit so that he would know what to do. "INTRUDAR!" he yells in his derpiest voice. i high-five him, and he tackles the obsessive robot to the floor. "threat apprehended!" we high-five again, and i the unconscious robot to a chair. and then, we play the waiting game...

I seem to be tied to a chair now. Meh. No challenge there, then. I simply break the chair and stand up, all weapons go. Lasers, machine guns, rocket launchers, flails, grenades, even a small atomic bomb are now emerging from my body. Playtime has just begun. "May I point out my dominance over your attack methods? Or is that clear enough already?" I simply smile, waiting for an answer from the two startled men standing in front of me.

She springs from the chair with all sorts of guns springing from her body. "Donut, get into the bunker." Donut Jeff, face set, does so. "Wanna play with guns?" My chest opens to reveal a sonic cannon. I tear off my human skin, and pick up the plasma gun, whilst holding a combination between a mini gun and a bazooka.

Waffles wrote: "She springs from the chair with all sorts of guns springing from her body. "Donut, get into the bunker." Donut Jeff, face set, does so. "Wanna play with guns?" My chest opens to reveal a sonic cann..."

"Oh, I wanna play with your gun..." The lasers that have spawned from my top hat cut his machinery is half.

Her lasers hit my body, but do nothing. I walk over to her, centimetres away from her face, and say "gonna have to try harder than that, Jess."

Lasers don't work? Then I'll have to try harder. I grip his jaw with my fingers and bring his face even closer to mine. "You can bet on that," I whisper. I push his face back in disgust and disengage my weapons. "You're a bunch of cowards. You and that Doughnut." I point to him with an angry expression before kicking down the door and walking out, like the proud model that I am.

"I'm going to have to charge you for that!" I yell after her, grinning. "Donut, get over here. It's gone."

THE NEXT DAY...

I drag my feet to work, yawning nearly all the way. I show the doorman that he can go, and I assume an intimidating position outside of the inner club.

((Wat. Wee Needz too pozt on zee roll plai.))

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