Challenge 9, the vote

The challenge has been cast. The gauntlet thrown down. Many have been called, few have answered. On the planet Hacknor... On Fire Island D, brave contestants will compete. Who will falter? Who will thrive? Who will be

Well Gladiators, it didn't take the Scooby Doo gang to figure this one out.






Kon-El, you are not the Last Gladiator Standing, goodbye.

Stay tuned for the next challenge.

Mission 9 - The Wiener

4 Posts.

I told you what I was looking for. I told you I wanted to be amused. But did any of you give it to me?

2 of you did. 2 of you am I very disappointed with.

Bennet - You must think your bullet proof because you insulted me and didn't do it in a smart way or funny way. I certainly didn't find any humor in the rest of your post. Not one chuckle or slight pleasure did I take in it. I am gravely disappointed. You didn't win.

West - What do you think this is, High School? I am not some lowly paid public servant who's wasting his time waiting for the day when one of my students puts my life out of its misery by shooting me. At the start of this show you actually tried to put something together that was amusing and different. But now your just going through the motions. Consider yourself lucky that you got this far.

Kon-El - I wanted to love your post. I really did. You made me laugh my morning glass of Soy milk though my nose. You added everything and your jailbait cousin too. I laughed at the Tony Stark drinking in his armor stuff. Good choice with your robot cause K-9 gets rebuilt by The Doctor once a decade. Yet there is a a "BUT" coming.
Because your post was so long it drifted and I wasn't able to follow it around your Joker-isation. I had to read it twice. It pains me to not give you the win because you did have the funniest moment of all the posts and I realise that others will keep their pact and stick together to vote you out. Sorry Kon you didn't win.

And the Winner of Mission 9 is.....

SYLAR

Yep Sylar won.

His post was funny and it had no LOL's to piss me off.
He had stupid physical humor and thought outside the box when it came to the armor. His pictures were funny and his pacing and timing was clean.

You have come a long way from the start Sylar. Keep improving and maybe you'll win.

Ch. 9: West vs. Summer Cinema

I soared through the stratosphere of Hacknor, surveying the chaos below. My task was to don the metallic, almost robotic suit of Iron Man. As Nietzsche warned, I would become like the monsters I fought.

To seek the suit of Iron Man, I returned to Earth through the legendary Fire Island portal I used a few challenges ago. Hancock waited for me outside his favorite liquor store in LA.

“I heard you were running a hit on Iron Man,” he said. “Da~mn! Old Tony Stark’s drunker than I am and he still gets all the chicks. Every time I mack on some honey it turns out to be the end of the world or something. It’s just not right. Let’s take that suit of his, boy!”

Hancock led me to Stark’s domain, nestled alongside the California coast. Inside, we saw the Joker holding a gun to the head of Stark’s assistant, Pepper Potts.

“No!” Hancock said as he charged at the Joker, who shot at him as he pushed Ms. Potts aside. She was just a cardboard cut-out, used to lure Hancock into this lair (apparently, women are Hancock’s kryptonite). The Joker beat Hancock with a rubber chicken until he fell unconscious.

The Joker slung the unconscious Hancock over his shoulder and cried out, “He’ll be the perfect minion once the Scarecrow brainwashes him! Take care, Westy boy, and don’t take any wooden nickels!”

That was bad news, but I couldn’t be concerned. Others could handle that; my focus remained on Hacknor and the game. In the basement laboratory, I found Tony Stark lying dead in a pool of his own vomit, an empty bottle of Jack Daniels by his side. His gleaming iron suit hung in a glass case behind him.

I put on the suit and tried out its weapons. Pew! Pew! Pew! I shot holes in the laboratory walls. I heard something whimper. I accidentally shot some monster. I took pity on the poor alien-like thing, and mercifully ended its life with another blast, this time to the head.

Taking Iron Man’s suit, I returned to Hacknor and flew between the two armies. “Telmarines,” I said, “Hacknor has no quarrel with you. Return to Narnia and destroy the Pevensie bastards.” Seriously, I hate those kids. I hate them and their robotic devotion to that stupid talking lion. Anyway, I continued. “Golden Army, cease your battle. The Telmarines will leave.”

A Telmarine warrior spoke. “We cannot return to Narnia until we destroy this army. Their gold will help us pay the costs of war with Narnia, and they are but clockwork men.”

“Clockwork men? Like robots? Hell, I’ll be glad to help you fight them.”

With Iron Man’s suit, I blew away the Golden Army, and helped load the Telmarines’ horses with the precious debris.

“Good luck! Destroy Narnia and turn it into an alien paradise!”

In the now empty field, slick with the blood of a few fallen Telmarines, I stripped myself of that awesome, loathsome iron suit and dropped from the highest height I could fly to.

A small robot came to clear away the pieces of the broken suit. By this time I had enough of robots and the robotic, so I scooped up that pathetic little unit and destroyed it as well.

Destroying robots is my destiny.

Mission Nine: The Horn-Rimmed Hero's Journey

There I was reading our next challenge when a little robot came up to me with a flower. "Aw, you must be the cute little robot Jon mentioned." I grabbed the flower, tossed it in the trash. The little guy looked up at me with his mechanical puppy eyes. "Oh, don't give me that. It was just a stupid plant."

"EEEEEeeeeEEVVVVVV," it chirped.

I could tell this little guy had a speech impediment. Luckily, a shutdown switch was visible on his back, so I flipped it. As he powered down, he made a low buzzing sound before becoming completely stationary and silent.

"Now, when I'm done with this challenge, I'll gut you for computer parts," I said heading out of the barracks.

"Hey," I said to the nearby bum. "Are you drunk?"

"Mmmmm," he groaned.

"And are you a hero?"

"Mmmmmmm."

"Good! Tell me where I can find some Mystic Iron Armor."

He held his hand up at me and said, "Leave me alone."

"I can't. I need the Mystic Iron Armor to save Hacknor. You have to tell me where it is."

"Too bad. I only work on Independence Day," he replied going back to sleep.

"It is Independence Day," I said.

He looked up in the sky. "Nah." He slid his beanie over his eyes.

"It is. Aliens are attacking! You're the only man left alive! Robots are becoming self-aware!"

He just ignored me. I wouldn't be able to find this Mystic Iron Armor on my own, and going without it would likely be a huge time saver, which would displease Koma. I'd have to get this guy to help me.

I came back an hour later with a friend of mine. "Hit it, Alfonso!"

Alfonso began singing "It's Not Unusual".

"Turn him off!" The drunken hero cried.

"Sorry, he's already got his hips swinging. There's no stopping him now."

"Fine! I'll tell you where it is. Just shut him up. You got something to write on?"

I felt around in my pockets. It was hard to believe, but I was all out of paper. Luckily, The Professor, having been voted out of this competition was panhandling close by. "So," I said to him, "this is why you pretend to be crippled?"

Some of the passersby looked accusingly at the bald teacher. "I'm not pretending," he lied.

"Right." I had The Haitian push him out of his wheelchair. He stayed true to the role as he wallowed around on the sidewalk. "Relax, you'll get enough donations for a new one," I said rolling it away.

The drunken hero used his fingernails to carve a map into the back of the wheelchair. Not only did I now have directions, but I had a conveyance for The Haitian, who can get huffy if he has to walk long distances on a mission.

I shot Alfonso in the knee cap, but that didn't stop his singing, it only made him use a higher pitch. The drunken hero looked at me sternly. I quickly shot him in the belly. That shut him up.

"Alright, let's get going." The Haitian gleefully jumped into the wheelchair and we were off.

Trying to follow directions drawn by a drunk is difficult, but we arrived at the location of the Mystic Iron Armor.

"Well, there it is. That was easy," I said, parking The Haitian. "I'll just go put it on and then we'll save Hacknor."

As I approached the suit, the ground began to shake. The Abomination came running at me, just as we were warned. I screamed, "Help me, The Haitian! I'm under attack."

He shouted, "Run away!" and began rolling his wheels as fast as his arms could.

The Abomination hit me and I was knocked a good 40 feet away. The Abomination approached me as I stood up. I looked at him. He didn't look so tough. In fact he was a little fluffy. Then, I realized my glasses were broken. I quickly grabbed my backup pair from my inside jacket pocket and put them on. The Abomination was as frightening as ever. He wound up for a punch.

As his fist came at me, I managed to jump out of the way. Or I thought I had. While midair, I realized that I had been hit again. However, from that altitude I noticed a Sarlacc pit in the distance.


After I landed, I picked myself up and made a run for the Sarlacc. The Abomination chased after me. I jumped into the pit and cried, "Go go gadget heli--wait a minute! I'm not Inspector Gadget!"

The Abomination jumped in after me.

As I slid down the sandy side of the Sarlacc pit, a large tentacle grabbed hold of my leg. I tried climbing back up, but couldn't escape its grasp.

The Abomination had a similar problem. He was crying for his mother as he was being dragged in. I, however, was crying for my Haitian.

"Get over here right now or you can forget about your pension!"

There was no reply, and the tentacle was dragging me closer and closer to the beast's mouth. I pulled out my gun and shot the tentacle several times. It finally retreated in pain, but I was still slipping slowly to my second death.

"Is that bad guy still alive?" I heard The Haitian call. I looked up to see him leaning over the edge of the pit. I looked down at the Abomination who was about to be eaten by the Sarlacc.

"No, he's dead. Throw me a rope!"

"He doesn't look dead and I don't have a rope," he replied.

I looked back down at The Abomination. The Sarlacc gobbled him up and I shouted back at The Haitian, "Okay, now he's dead! Use the jumper cables for the Professor's wheelchair!"

Seconds later a red and a black clamp fell by my face. I reached up with both hands and took hold.

I was immediately hit with a high voltage electric charge. In between spasms I yelled at my employee, "Don't....plug it....in....you.....fool!"

The charge stopped and I climbed out to safety. Or at least what I thought was safety.


Some crazy-looking unhappy clown had a gun on us. "Look, I just want the suit. Can't I have the suit?" I asked.

"Only if you can answer a riddle," the joyless entertainer replied. "If you get it right, you can have the suit. If you get it wrong, you'll be sucked into the Sarlacc pit!"

"Alright, what's the question?"

"Can God create a rock so heavy he himself cannot lift it?"

"Hmm..." I looked over at The Haitian. "You first."

He rubbed his head for moment before finally answering, "Yes."

The Joker replied, "Wrongo," and The Haitian flew into the Sarlacc pit.

"Oh, no! I'm without a henchman!" I shouted.

"You want to answer the question?"

"Sure," I thought it over. "Well, let's see...it's a yes or no question....The Haitian already said yes, so that would mean....I'm going to say...." I was about to answer when I had a thought. "Wait! Is it the Rastafarian God or the Flying Spaghetti Monster?"

The Joker thought for a second and replied, "Well, I'm not sure." He was quickly sucked into the Sarlacc pit.

That left me with zero opposition and I was able to get the Mystic Iron Armor.

I donned the special outfit and made my way to the battle. It was like Gettysburg, but with less cannons, which was unfortunate.

As I walked up, the soldiers on each side stopped fighting and laughed. "What the heck are you wearing?"


"It's Mystic," I replied. "Why are you guys fighting anyway?"

"Well," one of the Telmarines spoke up, "we wanted to destroy these islands to make way for a really awesome water park and oil rigs, to help global warming."

"And we have to stop them!" a Golden soldier shouted. "We can't let these guys destroy the environment."

"Well, why not?" I asked.

"Because we have to think about our children's futures."

"You have children?" I asked.

"Well, no. But some people do," it replied.

"I have a pet rock!" another called out.

"Hmm...well, don't you see all those stars in the sky at night? Many of them have planets orbiting them. So even if the Telmarines destroy Hacknor's environment, you'll have countless planets and unlimitted resources once you master space flight."

"Well, can't we fight them anyway?"

"Nope. Just enjoy the waterpark. Let your children figure out what to do about the environment."

"But I have no children."

"I have a pet rock!"

"All the more reason not to be concerned," I replied.

It seemed I had convinced them. They offered to help build the waterpark and oil rigs. Peace was reached and the next day Hacknor had a really awesome waterpark...


...and cute, little, oil-covered sea creatures.


As we all enjoyed the new planetary attraction, The Haitian approached covered in yellowish slime.

"Um, you'll probably need to shower first," I advised him. "How'd you survive the Sarlacc?"

"Ask Boba Fett."

Challenge 9: Kon

I hear a female voice through my mental fog. “Conner, Conner."

“Uh, What?" It hurts to move.

“Conner get up! It's time for the challenge."

Oh yeah I'm on Hacknor it takes me a moment to place the voice, my cousin Supergirl. That's very disappointing. I thought it was a date.

"G'way!" I respond.

“No, I'm not going to 'G'way' until you get up off your "S" and get into this challenge!"

“What’s the point?" I ask. “The other three are from the same reality they’ll vote against me."

She slaps me. “You are in the final four, get up an act like you deserve it! I will not have a whiny emo for a cousin got it?"

“OW! You’re mean! No wonder you're not dating anyone."

“Get to it! They'll be some heroes around to help you, give you spiritual no wait that's not the word moral support. Are you even listening to me?"

“Yeah yeah I'll be visited by spirits." She rolls her eyes, “He’s all yours now."

A huge version of HS shows up.

He kept talking about how to defeat a golden army or something I wasn't paying attention." Okay See you later Hs, I go to the next part of the challenge. The devil guy looks over to Kara “Is there something wrong with his brain?"

Kara Sighs." Short answer? Yes."

I ignore them and go to the room where I have to pick up my robot companion." I thought I was gonna get a Wall-E?" I question.

“They’re out of those cousin." Kara smiles. "But you have a choice this sensible metal dog."


Some weird half naked dude jumps at me wearing what kind of looks like a dress. " Or you can have my completely useless Robot! The Rabbot!"

Kara looks over at me. “You can listen to your smart relative, who loves you like the little brother she never had.”

Dr. Weird interrupts. “You can spray it in the eyes with perfume because that's how it happened to me! You feel pretty don't you!"

Kara shakes her head. “Or you can take the advice of a raving lunatic."

I took the dog not because off anything Kara said, but because I don't want to lug around a giant metal rabbit that smells like a cheap hooker. It directed me to one of the islands around here.

“There is the Drunken Hero master!" The robot, K-9 announces.

I sigh, " Hancock?"

"Conner Kent!" he spits “What do you want?"

“Well Lushy I'd like to know where the magic armor is."

He laughs. “No way have you Superman ripped off”.

You've got to be kidding me, and what exactly did he just say? “Me a Superman rip off? Yeah I'm his clone, what's your excuse?"

"What do you mean?" he challenges.

“I mean you're just Superman if he was a drunk, and a jerk!" I point out.

He drank some stuff that looked like that weird stuff from Private Hudson's room I drank that time I woke up not really knowing what happened the night before. “Okay lesh fight about it!" Hancock yells.

" Lesh?" I query.

“Shut up!" The superhero with a dirty movie sounding name charges and passes out. Blast! I won't be able to find the armor now! I notice K-9 doing something. “Are you picking his pocket?"

“Affirmative master!"

“I doubt you'd find anything... Maybe lice"

“Here is the map to the cave where the armor is being held Master!"

"I stand corrected. Good dog, Hey what is that glowing stuff? "

“Warp Engine fuel master." K-9 announces.

I gasp. “Me and a couple of girls drank that stuff!"

“You are not very bright are you master?" K9 quips.

I just grab him up, and fly above the misty oceans to our destination.

In front of the cave are Batman, and the Hulk." Man I thought I was being visited by spirits."

The Bat stares. “I can see you've burned out more brain cells partying I can't believe they released the Joker for a game show...Hn this is how you defeat him...”

“Hulk Bored!" The Hulk growls.

Batman puts his head in his hands “You’re supposed to help with him beating the Abomination."

“Hulk says smash Big Ears! Smash Clown Face Hulk hungry!"
“You big green idiot! This kid could be hurt!" The Bat yells before doing something really stupid for a smart guy.


So while Bats commits suicide,

I walk into the dark dank cave." Master Look Out!" K-9 warns as The Joker pops out and sprays me with this gunk " Why so serious Super Dork? Hahahahahaha argh!"

The little metal dog apparently has bite as it zaps the Clown. I smile “Good dog that wasn't so bad."

“Look at your reflection Master."



Gah! What's worse is Hahahahaha! I can't stop acting like the Joker; The Abomination thrashes out of the cave towards me. “Ready for a fight punk?"

“Fight in front of the kids?” I blurt out.

“Eh?" Emil looks wary.

“Instead of the fighting we should dance!” I grab him and start ballroom dancing.

He pushes me away. “No way this is too weird I didn't sign up for this! I'm outta here!"

“But... If you leave I'll be at mother's before you get back!" I call at him.

“Whatever weirdo!" He yells.

I run to the armor where Tony Stark has it ready. “Wait I thought it was mystic. Hehhahahaha!"

Stark glares. “Whatever Superclown, DR Strange did some goobledy gook. Just take it I have places to be, I've wasted enough time here I'm going to reap the rewards of a successful movie, hot production assistants."

“But how do I work this?"

K9 merged with the armor “I will help master, put it on." Oh yeah this looks normal.

I flew using my powers because even though the robot said he'd help I'm gettin' nothing from him but annoying robot talk. Finally I find myself in between The Telemarines, and the Golden Army. Now to get this to work "Fire Repulsors!"

A straw sticks in my mouth and pours vodka into it. “What the? Stark you drunk! I'll get you for this!" Apparently the armor thought that was the command to pour vodka, whiskey, rum, and some kind of wine down my throat.

Oh no the Joker Gas must still be in my system. Probably has Kryptonite in it. It's mixing with the alcohol and it's making everything ...groovy.

There were teddy bears, and dancing skeletons every where, then it turned bad.



And the evil skeletons became naughty.

Man just goes to show you never trust a hippie. The bears tear into my armor while the skeletons threaten to make me "feel good". I freak out and hit every button firing all the weapons. That destroys a few, and gets me a whole mouth full of liquors.


The bears and the skeletons rip their way into my armor. My fear makes my TK go nuts destroying everything in my way. It also made me pee myself a little. I think the adrenaline made my healing factor kick in because everything went back to normal.

There's armored bodies every where. Whoops. I'm gonna get grounded for this. I throw off the last vestiges of the armor and fly home I need a shower, some sleep, and I may need to go to rehab. I keep thinking I forgot something.

Meanwhile at the battle field... “Master I am stuck to the armor its reactor is about to explode! Master? AAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

The Sylar List

Omigod, there's like, so many things to do this challenge! Now, I know I'm notorious (I know that word? I'm surprised, too) for not doing what I'm supposed to do in challenges, but now we're getting down to end, so I figured I better actually listen. So, I wrote myself a list so I wouldn't forget anything!



There! All I had to do was get some brains? Hehe, that's easy, I'll win this challenge for sure! Er, wait a minute, that's my grocery list. Let's try this again...



That seems better. Now, let's get to it!

So, I needed the Mystic Iron Armor, and the Will Smith lookalike, Hancock, knew how to get it. I had to find him! But how? Hmmm. That's tricky. Then I got it! The Hancock Signal! Works for Batman! So, I lit a searchlight, and put a bottle of liquor in front of the beam.



It wasn't long before the superhero landed in front of me, and snatched the bottle from my hand.



"Hey, like, you're an a-hole," I said to him, appalled at such rude behavior from a good guy!

He glared at me. "Call me that one more time," he said.

"Ok! A-hole!" I exclaimed with a giggle.

He threw me up into the air, and I flew like a birdie! Wheeeeee! I fell back down, and landed in his strong, sexy arms.

Clapping my hands gleefully, I said, "That was fun! Again, again!"

"Ahem. You didn't say the magic word," he responded.

"Please?" I said.

Hancock shook his head.

"Oh," I responded, figuring out what word he meant, and said, "A-hole!" Up in the air I went again! Yay!

Halfway down my xixth trip up into the sky, I remembered my list! I pulled it out. Hmm, now what did I need again? I don't think he has a cow, pork or chicken brain, and he's probably not a store clerk...

Oh, wrong list again. I needed him to find me the Mystic Iron Armor!

Hancock caught me, and said, "Call me that one more time."

"Maybe later, but first, I have a question for you: do you know where the super-cute Mystic Iron Armor is?"

"Yeah I know. I can get you there."

"Will you get me there through throwing me?" I asked.

"Is there any other way?" he responded.

I clapped my hands and closed my eyes, waiting for my flight to begin. But it didn't. I opened one eye and glanced at Hancock. He was standing there, staring at me, with his arms folded.

I rolled my eyes. "Do I really have to say it again?"

Nodding, Hancock said, "Say it, one more time."

"Omigod, fine! A-hole!"

And with that, Hancock threw me, sending me flying through the air. And suddenly, I landed with a crash.

I looked up. In front of me stood the two men, and behind them, multiple sets of Mystic Iron Armors!



The one with makeup on had a gun pointed at me. Gosh, that makeup was really caked on. What a skank! "Skank!" I shouted at him.

The man cackled maniacally. "Skank? I am the Brain!"

"The...Brain?" I started to drool a little. If this guy was called the Brain, imagine how delectible his actual brain must be! "So, you're a supervillain, like me, what power might you have?" I asked, excited at the possibility of eating his brain and stealing a power. I hoped it wasn't the power of skankiness, but looking at his makeup, I was afraid it might be.

"Power? Well, uh, you see, I don't really have a power," he responded, scratching his head.

"You don't have a power?! Then why are you the Brain if your brain is worthless? They should call this guy the Brain," I said, pointing at the Brawn, "He's got a worthwhile brain that would give me a power! And I'd eat it too, if it wouldn't make me like, totally ugly! But you're called the Brain, even though your brain is good for nothing but giving me thunder thighs!"

The Brain totally broke down in tears. I stepped over to the Brawn, and put my arm around him.

"So, like, sexy, can I have one of your totally awesome Mystic Iron Armors or what?"

"You called me ugly," he said, growling.

"Oh, no, no," I responded, "That look totaly works for you, hun. You've got the face for it. Me, my cheeks are too chubby, wouldn't work for me. But you, you're like, totally hot."

"The Hulk didn't think so. He beat me up, when all I wanted was love," he said, through tears. He and the Brain held each other and cried. Sheesh, these guys totally had self esteem problems!

"The Hulk was wrong! You're sexy, Brawn! And Brain, I'm sure you're good for something. I mean, you're probably smarter than me, or something. I mean, most people don't really care about smartness, myself included, but someone probably does!"


The two villains looked at each other, and nodded. Through their tears, they decided that I was worthy for a suit of armor. I put it on.


"Well, thanks guys," I said to them, "Let's get together and murder some people sometime."

And with that, I headed towards the battlefields on Hacknor. I walked to the center of the battle, between the two armies. Now, I was about to totally like, just murder all of them, but I figured I may get in trouble in the competition when my competitors hadn't completed their challenge yet (why must they all procrastinate?!). So, instead, I came up with a totally awesome plan!

Luckily for me, I was carrying around a portible Hancock signal. Random, I know. But this time, I made a little modification to it, and then turned it on.



In flew Hancock, landing next to me in between the two armies.

"Which one of y'all turned that searchlight on?" he asked, tapping the portible Hancock Signal.

I steathily pointed at the Golden Army and the Telmarines.

"Why are you pointing at us?" one of the members of the Golden Army asked, "Are you accusing us?" They totally didn't notice my accusation of them!

And so, my plan, like totally worked! Hancock started beating up the armies, and would keep them at bay until the other contestants came around to complete the challenge themselves! I didn't have to worry about him murdering them all since he's only PG-13! Challenge complete!

Er, wait a minute....



There's a box unchecked! That means I didn't do something! Right? I'm not sure. Well, I should probably do it anyways.

"Hey, any of you guys have a cute robot?" I asked the peeps getting beat up.

"I am a cute robot," a female Telmarine mercenary said, stepping forward. "I am a Terminator. A cyborg with a learning computer, a neural net processor."

"Good enough for me," I said with a shrug, and then blewed her up.



List complete! Now, to go grocery shopping...

The Koma Judges

Ok I'm judging this round and as the judge I'm going to explain to you morons what I'm looking for this round.

I want the funny and I want it to be quirky and unusual.

And Funny Haha! not funny ewww!

You've got a huge amount of possible pop culture references here to deal with.

So lets start with some help for you, cause your gonna need it.

Telmarines - The baddies from Prince Caspain. Funny helmets, back stabers, and of course there's Aslan. You have satyrs, fauns, centaurs, dwarves, talking animals. Oh and 4 young children from England.

The Mummy Franchise goes Eastern with the terracotta warriors. Oh well you could get chow yun fat in it or brendan fraser somewhere along. Big huge destructive golems wreaking havoc on a huge scale. Yeah think big here.

Iron Man - Anyone say Drunk and Disorderly womaniser. Also how do you get into the armor and does it come in one size fits all? Does it come in different colours?

The Joker and Clayface - well if you can't find something here you don't deserve to win

Will Smith - Hancock again if you don't get something here I will be ashamed. Big Willie Smith and Hancock. Get it!

Cute little robots have there place and thats in the trash. Or being dishonest little bastards.

This is a quest. So you've got things to do before you get to the main battle.

Do them ALL.

Of course if you find a creative way to skip all of that or a nice narrative device to use here then you'll get bonus points.

Make me laugh and you will not loose.