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The plastic son of Cydroidobot, the Robotic Emperor of Mukus Quadrant, now prepared to enter the nefarious Fartmeister’s fartcano headquarters.

"Please do not use your machine gun unless you absolutely have to," Montana Shingles the Vice-Tremorroid of Bonertania said to the feisty robot boy, "for I do not wish to be cruel or to shed any blood- unless it is absolutely necessary. Remember your father gave you that gun for peaceful purposes only."

"All right," sighed Cydroidobot's son, glumly.

The orange-and-black android climbed down the rocks and went to the entrance to the fartcano. Twice he fell down, being tripped by the rough rocks, but when he struck the smooth path he got along better. His roller skate extensions popped out of the soles of his upside-down-funnel feet and into the gloomy mouth of the fartcano entrance he rolled without hesitation. His friends held their breath in anticipation.

Of course the King of the Fart Ghouls knew the robot was coming. He had surveillance cameras everywhere. Next to his five sense tube holes and above his comically elaborate control panel were a bunch of black and white monitors. He watched the little automaton roll through the fartcano’s lobby and did nothing to impede its progress. Cydroidobot’s son kept straight on into the spacious screening room. The Fartmeister turned to greet the robot boy and the robot boy said:

"Attention: Fartmeister, dba the King of the Fart Ghouls, I hereby conquer you in the name of Cydroidobot the exalted Robotic Emperor of Mukus Quadrant of the great country of Bonertania on the continent of Pus on the planet called Sifillis! I declare that you are my prisoner!"

The Fartmeister laughed at him.

"Now, see here, son of Cydroidosnot," began the king in a snarky voice, "I’ve had enough of this malarkey, so perhaps you’ll tell me what you mean to do."

"My orders were to conquer you and free the Quantum Perineum from your fetid dungeon" replied Cydroidobot's son, "and this machine gun is going make quick work of it." He raised the gun and pointed it at the Fartmeister. The Fartmeister smiled and let out a long squeaky fart. Suddenly and silently a gigantic, wet, moist fart dropped from a hole in the theater’s ceiling, pinning the smallish android to the floor. The fart was so thick it was almost visible. The bot’s machine gun flew out of his hands and skidded across the theater’s floor.

After trapping Cydroidobot’s son under the colossal fart the Fartmeister, King of the Fart Ghouls, farted in joy and then honked his moist horn. Kankersaur the Royal Flackfizer appeared, followed closely by Kommandant Trenchstench and a half a dozen fart ghoul ninjas. Kankersaur inhaled deeply through his nose, for he loved the smell of farts.

"Take this plastic dork-butt into the shops and set him to work processing farts. Being run by microcircuits he ought to be a steady worker. The Mukus Emperor ought never to produced this little garbage can, but since he exists I shall hereafter put him to good use."

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"If you try to capture me," said Cydroidobot's son, "I will blow you all away."

"I’ve already captured you, dork-butt!" the Fartmeister said.

Suddenly Chunks the golem made of chunks cartwheeled into the home theater. The stitched-and-stapled woman had grown tired of waiting for something to happen.

"Piddily-Cum-a-Zet, have you conquered the Fartmeister yet?" she asked Cydroidobot’s son.

"Almost there," said the orange-and-black robot from under the heavy wet fart.

"What the heck is this crazy-quilt monstrosity?” asked the Fartmeister.

"Piddily-Cum-a-Zolem, I’m Chunks the Chunks Golem."

"Never heard of a chunks golem. Are you, like, made out of the pieces of dozens of different humanoids and yokai?"

"Nailed it," said Chunks.

"Well I think you’re hideous and I think I’ll get rid of you.” The Fartmeister farted three wet farts while waving his hands in a jazzy manner and humming. Suddenly a clear plastic tube descended from the ceiling, trapping Chunks within.

“Now, you will be inundated with the flatulence of the rare Plotzian smellogator- the deadliest flatulence known to Sifillis!” He let out a seven second dry fart and then one little squeaker and the tube began to fill with farts. Chunks sighed.

“I don’t think that will work. I don’t really breath. Although I can talk and sigh and whistle, which is weird. I’m still figuring out how I work.”

The Farmaster sighed out of his bumhole and the plastic tube disappeared. Chunks took a few steps closer to the Fartmeister.

“If I can’t choke you to death I shall cast the spell of mega incontinence. You will soon poop yourself to death!” He then proceeded to expel a complicated series of wet and dry farts, culminating with a prolonged shart. Chunks stopped walking. Nothing happened.

“I don’t have a hole to poo out of,” said Chunks calmly.

The Fartmeister rolled his eyes. He was frustrated, but also felt a tinge of pity for a creature who could not fart. Chunks cracked her knuckles and continued approaching the nefarious despot, intending to beat the snot out of him.

“Achtung!” said the Fartmeister, and worked up a melodious fart. Right before Chunks could reach him there was a “pop!” and she turned into a stiched-and-stapled toilet made out of chunks.

"Crap!" exclaimed Cydroidobot’s son.

Meanwhile the Ratsack Golem, Soda the Cursed, and Montana Shingles the Vice-Tremorroid of Bonertania stood on the mountain overlooking the Fartmeister’s fartcano headquarters. Zooesium the Paramecium was still fast asleep, snoring lightly. Mono had taken her purple binoculars out of her dark pink backpack and was looking at the fartcano entrance.

"Do you think Cy’s son had any luck?" the living sack of rats asked Montana.

"I don’t know,” replied the vice-tremorroid. "The Fartmeister’s thaumaturgy is really powerful and he has his ghoul army to assist him, whereas our little robot friend only has a machine gun."

"Yes, but it IS an enchanted machine gun,” replied the Ratsack Golem.

“I’m more worried about Chunks!” exclaimed Soda. “She doesn’t have any weapons or thaumaturgic powers or kung-fu skills whatsoever. We shouldn’t have let run in there alone!”

“Oh, if only Zooesium would wake up, he could go crush the Fartmeister in an instant,” said the Ratsack Golem.

Mono put down her binoculars, sighed, and said: "I do not think we shall need Zooesium’s services. There’s something I haven’t told you guys. In my pocket is the enchanted speculum."

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