Meanwhile, the C.I.Gang quietly got together to come up with a plan to escape Zinteren's dungeon. Mic shows the gang D.B's memory card. "Okay y'all." He whispered. "I've got the card fixed. Now I just need to somehow get into that guard B.O.T's engine." "You think it will work?" Asked Trixi. "Only one way to find out I guess." Said Mic. The gang gets into position and Mic goes up to the enemy guard. "Hey Guard!" He said. The B.O.T turns around. "What do you want inmate?" He asked. "I've noticed some smoke come out from behind you." Said Mic. "I think you're shorting out." At first, the guard doesn't buy it. "If you're trying to trick me," He said pointing his spear at him. "I'm not falling for it." Maladar walks up to the B.O.T. "Listen to me." He said. The Guard then points his spear at Maladar. "Mic is the best mechanical engineer around. He can fix you." The Guard was still not buying it. "I am perfectly fine." He said. "Now get back!" Mic and Maladar look at one another and smiled. "Okay." Mic said shrugging his shoulders. "If that's the way you want it." He turns to Maladar. "But you want to know something Immortal?" He asked him. "What is that?" Asked Maladar. Mic looks back at the Guard for a moment. "That machine over yonder said he felt fine." He continued. "But here's the thing though. Thats what they all say. Of course they will feel alright for a little while, but I've seen this many times before. Soon he will be smoking more and more until his insides begins to fall apart." The Guard becomes worried. "You're just trying to scare me!" He said. "Now keep quiet!" Both men turn to the B.O.T. "I would be." Mic continued. "It gets worse than that. Eventually you will begin to burn on the inside, and if you're not careful, you can even EXPLODE!" The Guard flinches back. "But it's your decision." Mic continued. "If you wish to destroy yourself, I ain't stopping ya." As Mic and Maladar begin to walk away, the B.O.T calls them back. "Wait!" He said. They turn around. "Do you really think that it is THAT bad?" "I don't know." Said Mic. "That is for you to decide." The Guard decided to take his chance and allow Mic to mechanic on him. "Just don't try any of your tricks." He said. He turns around and Mic begins to work on the other side of the cell. He opens the B.O.T's interior hatch where he can get to it's engine. "Yeup." He said. "That's what I was afraid of." The Guard begins to panic. "What?!" He yelled. "What's wrong?!" Mic looks at the Gang with a smirk on his face. "This is completely shot." He said. "What is?!" The B.O.T asked shaking his stubby metal body. "Please tell me!" Mic puts his hand on the B.O.T's memory card. "It is..." He pulls it out. "This!" The B.O.T immediately shuts down. Mic throws down the enemy B.O.Ts card and stomps it until it was completely destroyed. "That's one B.O.T we don't have to worry about." Said Mic. He takes D.B's card out of his pocket. "Now the moment of truth."
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C.I.3: The Battle of the Mega Titan
FantasíaAfter being imprisoned by the evil Zinteren Couragaristis, the C.I.Gang must find a way to escape the much larger Mega Titan and stop him WITHOUT the Mainian.