I Wani Spend My Life With That Gator.

Chapter 37- I Wani Have A Guys Night!

May 6th 201M B.C. 2028

"Annnnd... that should be it!" Anon finished off the remaining touches that he and Inco's creation had. It was a technological achievement; it was beautiful in Anon's eyes, his shining accomplishment that would surely win him many rewards. Anon darted through the garage that they were in, getting other parts and putting them on his creation, Anon's very own Frankenstein's Monster. Anon grinned like a madman, cackled, and rubbed his hands together while Inco watched nervously beside him.

Damien, Luna, and Alex were also present in the room, watching in awe at the creation of what seemed to be history in the making. Damien had his hand running across little James's head, who was harnessed to his chest, as he watched Anon work like a mad scientist. Alex was explaining to Luna what was happening, which she was grateful for. She took every piece of information eagerly, now bouncing up and down as she waited for the chaos to unfold.

Inco had told them to keep a relatively safe distance away from the piece of machinery that was in the center of the garage, lying on the metal table that it was placed on for construction. Inco watched as the other human worked furiously and steadily, manning his creation and taking delicate care of his work. Anon pressed his index and middle fingers on the long, sleek metal midnight black barrel and slid it across and beamed giddily. After all these years of research, testing, failure, and money going down the drain, he had done it, and it was all thanks to his friend Inco.

He couldn't take all the credit; he may have made the monster that was sitting on the table, ready to take aim at anything that was in its way, but it was Inco who was the one that helped out and supplied this crazy project of Anon's. Inco shuffled back over to Anon as the other human typed away at the small laptop that sat next to his creation. His eyes were locked and glued to the screen, and his smile grew even more when he saw that his new toy was finally online and ready to blow some shit up. "We're online, Inco."

Inco was glad this thing was working; yes, he was, but at the same time, he feared what could possibly happen in the next ten or so minutes. Anon rushed over to the side and went down to eye level with his companion, his best friend, and his amazing pet, Raymba the Roomba.

Anon gently scratched the small Roomba's top metal, circular orange steel disk that was mounted on top of the small, deadly Roomba. He admired the beauty that was attached and mounted to Raymba. After years, Raymba finally got the upgrade he deserved.

Anon brought his hand to the monstrous upgrade he had attached to his pet. He slid his hand across the large, beefy, and long rail gun that he and Inco had made and beautifully crafted together. It was Anon's magnum opus, his starring achievement, and it was ready to set things ablaze. The rail gun was big, really freaking big, and needed wheels welded underneath the giant gun just so Raymba wouldn't fall due to the unbalanced weight that was on him. With the wheels keeping it balanced, he could move around and take it with him on the go, maybe even finally vaporizing that crumb that has been tormenting him for years since it was lodged between the couch back at the Mous family apartment.

Raymba was semi-in control of the rail gun, but the lethal killing machine would only be powered up manually with the laptop that sat next to the little Roomba. The sight was hilarious; the Roomba was tiny but had a giant laser gun mounted on it; finally, he could defend himself from Ripley. Anon brought his hands together and rubbed them together evilly, snickering when his imagination ran wild, showing him a cowering Ripley, hiding away in fear as the terrorizing Raymba began pursuing him. He went back to the laptop and began to feed input into the Roomba. Inco stayed quiet, rubbing a white rag over his bald head as he prayed to anyone who might be up there that this went well and Anon didn't burn his house down.

Inco stared down at him while the larger man was currently hunched over typing away. "Anon, for the love of all things that are holy... Please don't blow up my garage." Anon finished typing and then pressed enter on the keyboard. He grinned and crossed his arms while he turned and flashed a proud smile to Inco. "Don't worry, dude, everything is going to be alright. I've been researching and practicing this for years... Up until the time I almost burned down our apartment-" Anon brought his hand to his chin to calculate other stuff, but then brought his hand back down and waved it dismissively at Inco. "It'll be fine, Inco; don't worry, I'm what you might call an expert."