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Gutsman - The Town Toomfoolery/HIGH STAKES OCTANE ACTION


The hefty wilderness reclamation robot was in a state of ponderment as he witnessed three people begin to chase after each other, first it was the Sheriff, then the Otaku and finally the L'ster. What is all this about, I mean the L'ster just went off swearing what could this mean unless... It hit him and suddenly he stumbled over, the sound of a chicken bawking accompanied his fall. On the ground he raised one finger up and a figurative cartoonish light bulb appeared above his head again. Quickly he went over to the librarian Goomba and took out a spare helmet, he placed it upon her head and said solemnly: "Wait here. I have buisness to attend to but rest assured I'll be right back to pick you up." As quickly as he said that Gutsman was hoping back home, new idea in his head. Quickly he ran into the garage on the side of GUTS HOUSE, he began to suit up in the appropriate gear. A pair of aviators given to him by Protoman on top of the toolbox, he put them on and gave himself a thumbs up in the mirror. He grabbed another scarf that Fuma had crotched him and tied it tightly around his neck. He then grabbed possibly the most important item to complete his set up, a liscence plate that he magnetized to his back. It was a metropolis one, and it read "UGOTGUTS". He was ready, ready to show all these other cats how a real hombre raced.

But before that, he had to go eat another bowl of PowerBolts™. He couldn't race on an empty stomach, finally it came time to use it- a creation he had thought up of a week ago but had never actually had plans to use it. But now it was time. He got on the driver's seat, a sleek yellow and blackish husk glimmered in the faint light of the garage. Metool helmet hubcaps, a solitary light, a back seat, all terrain drive and mean V14 powered up engine. Eh, I can always make another one for Chargeman anyhow. He won't need it for now. He put his giant hands up on the handlebars, a grin making it's way across his face as he revved up the engine. The garage opened and the dusk light billowed in to reveal the gleaming light of the triple bulb. He kicked the kickstand upwards as the motor revved again, he then proceeded in the most non-attention drawing way ever to peel out and do a wheelie as the rest of the motorcycle slammed on the ground. Lighting up his face was a gleaming smile as he barreled down the road, kicking up a dustcloud as the garage closed from behind him. As the speedy sumo-heavyweight robot perfectly turned the curb a small version of "El Jarabe Tapatio" (Mexican Hat Dance) played as a horn, suprised onlooker watched as he sped down Home's streets.

As he neared it his original spot he thought, Boy, driving sure is boring without any other noise than the engine... Oooh! I know, how about some tunes? Quickly he turned a small dial in front of him on a square box, the music began: "I AM... I AM ALL OF ME-"No. He turned it: "Get your motor runnin', *Guitar Riff* head out on the highwa-"No."Cruisn' on the main street-"No!"Got to plan my dispersal... TIME TO LEAVE THEM ALL BE-"Come on I know it's in here somewhere... Finally he found it, trumpets echoing from the radio and a calm and collecting voice saying: "I think it's time we blow this scene... Everybody start together.."There we go. The bike screamed past the main street and with a screech, came to a stop in front of the Goomba. "Alright I told ya I'd be back. Hurry and get on! There's no time to waste!" He quickly grabbed the Goomba and placed her on the backseat, "Alright bookworm hold on to your hat, because we're about to win this race, with Guts and GLORY!" With that the robot revved the motorcycle again and like a bat out of hell, sped down the streets after everyone else. Soon they would all hear the roar of the Gutsycle's engine behind them.

A row of sleek silver capsules lined a row in an area titled, "5". On the far right of this room one capsule opened and a voice could be heard. "Ahh, what a loveley night that was." A purple, tank robot yawned as he steppd out onto the floor to open one of his friend's capsules. 
"Ah, mornin' Napalm." The steam engine looking robot replied to his capsule being opened. 
"Hey Charge, where's your engine?"
"It's on my back why do you-" The steam engine robot felt his back, there was nothing in the holster for his engine. A moment of silence passed until finally: "GOD. DAMNIT. GUTSMAN!"
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