After the police arrived, the three girls, plus Star sat in the lobby of Rocketstar Ranch, attempting to rid their heads of the gruesome image. The overhead telescreen played Ear Hearing News, who were reporting on the tragic outcome of Lad-Bot.
Ace reporter, Tim Justin stood outside the ranch, microphone in hand. His spikey hair stood even taller in the chilly February air.
"This just in, this is Tim Justin at the Rocketstar Ranch. A beloved hero has met a fiery fate today..."
A picture of a long haired frenchmen with a rectangular face and sunken eyes appeared in a box next to him.
"Christian DeChamps Mon Frere Jacobson, a short Frenchman, better known as half of the dynamic robo duo, Defunkt, was shooting his final performance today when his jet pack caught fire. He sky rocketed towards infinity before bursting into flames. A truly saddening career end for Defunkt."
The screen cut to footage of the performance of Get Funky with Man-tron, Lad-Bot and Flannel Billions jamming to the groove.
"Defunkt," Justin announced. "Was filming the RoHuman Spectacle, a high brow and very French movierama, speculating the existence of men and machines, and whether they can truly set aside their differences and get funky. It was set to be a loving farewell letter to fans as the duo had found it notoriously difficult to follow up the success of their fourth and final album, Spontaneous Access Memories. Otherwise known as SPAM!"
Trudy sighed. "That was my favorite album of theirs, and my favorite food dish. I'm sad they couldn't follow it up with some delicious dessert."
"I'm more sad that Christian died," Star said, resting her head on her hands. "InterGala, a Cosmic Soap Opera was my first inspiration as a sci-fi actress. They did the soundtrack for it."
Winona shook her head. "I wasn't much for funky robots, being a motionless goth. But they did ponder their mortality quite a bit. Seems even for a man who spent half his life as a robot, he turned out to be human after all..."
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Mina frowned. "Gee guys, I'm really sorry to put a damper on your day. Here I was hoping to make the most of this day and..."
"Mina?" a familiar voice called, as dark and handsome as its owner. "Are you okay?"
"Blind!" Mina looked up to see her dashing date standing before her.
She ran to him and embraced him tightly.
Trudy sighed deeper. "I wish I had a boyfriend to comfort me in this sad time. And some spam."
Winona rolled her eyes. "I wish I had a good boyfriend who didn't sit inside and play video games all day!"
Star smirked. "I'm a strong woman who doesn't need a boyfriend. Though I really wish I had a girlfriend right now..."
Mina placed her hands on Blind's shoulders. "We're okay," she said. "Just a bit shook up. Did you come all this way just to check on us?"
"Well..." Blind answered. "Partly. You see... I may not be a prosecutor anymore. But Chief O'Law has given me a job as a detective for the police department. And they gave me this cool hat..."
The newly blind detective removed a fedora from seemingly out of nowhere and fixed it on his head. Mina often thought fedoras were for people like Nick Beard, but somehow it made a dapper detective even more so. Blind smirked confidently.
"It's a bit hard being vision impaired but luckily, my visor helps give me the proper data I need."
"That's wonderful!" Mina exclaimed and she leaned in to give him a kiss. "But uh...what does this mean for us."
Blind placed his hands around her much slimmer shoulders. "Well, I figured you might need some competition when you go around sleuthing for your clients. I hope you don't mind a bit of competition!"
"Hehehe," Mina giggle and rubbed up against him. "But with you it's a bit of friendly competition."
Trudy gagged in the background. "I think it's gonna be more than friendly."
"Uhhh...guys," Winona said, stammering and pointing behind Mina and Blind. "Don't look now but there's a funkadelic silver robot behind you."
"What in the huh?!" Mina exclaimed breaking away from Blind.
Even in the daylight, the gleaming robot was a spectacle to behold. His visor reflected a rainbow glow and his tuxedo looked like he was ready to accept an award from the Hammy's. And perform his own victory show. He removed a microphone from his back pocket and spoke through his vocoder. "Beep boop," he said in a nerdy robot voice. "Attorney sighted. Please help. I am a robot in need of legal advice!"