Grand count, and in his opinion, rightful air, to the throne Gregor spindle name sat upon his captains chair of his interdimensional ship , the ship is being maintained and operated by his army of automaton servants, his daydreaming that the seat he upon right now is the throne of his home world
Alert from the ships communicator snap him from his Kingley fantasies , he grumbles displeasure at the noise,” except the call”, he yells over to the robot in charge of accepting communications
The front window of the ship turns into a screen, which soon shows a face Gregor hadn’t seen in a while
“ well well, if it isn’t one of my exiled nephews, what is pushed you low enough to call on me”, the rabbit man says smugly when he sees the phrase of Peter, looking embarrassed at him over the screen
“ Uncle… I..we am in need of your mechanical expertise”, Peter’s feathers ruffle and what he’s been forced to do,” we would have asked the machines creator, but we have killed him
Gregory let out a chuckle would soon turns into a full laugh , Peter cheeks burn at the sound, “ oh, you little rascals, always so impulsive”, the bunny, man wipes, laughter, induced wetness from his eyes ,” just give me your coordinates, and I’ll be there my sweet nephew”
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Peter gives the coordinates and hangs up the communicator, he turns to look at his brother who still fiddling uselessly at the pile of scrap that once was a mechanical super criminal
“ I still think you should just necromancy that strange guy”, fhillip says not looking at Peter, he helps an annoyance with another one of his attempts to at least put the scraps into a functional arrangement fails
“ you know, as much as I do even as a head he wouldn’t be cooperative”, the bear were towards his feathers, ruffled in an annoyance at everything he’s had to be put through
“ why do we even need this bucket of bolts?, We already got that sexy goth Twink he should be smart enough.”
“ because we aren’t the only extraterrestrials planning on world domination in this dimension, and we’re going to need robotics to deal with those overzealous space Roombas”

fhillip just rose his eyes and takes another swing at putting the bits of scrap that once were Dave, the ultimate artificial criminal into something that looked close enough to his original state
The end