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- There was a sound like cannon fire, and in an instant, the plywood ceiling and the brick walls crumbled to the ground. There in the freshly-torn hole in the building, framed by the blue sky above, and almost completely blocking out the view of the cramped back lot, there was a misshapen mass of metal that truly did look as though it had been thrown together by hand, using a collection of scrap metal and other debris.
- “Fwoonga!” The thing raised one of its hands and flashed a rude gesture, and Ness finally understood just what he was looking at. In very general terms...it was a huge robot, with tank treads where its feet should have been!
- “Wahahaha, go! Go on, Frankystein Mark II! Get rid of this little brat!!”
- Frank flipped a lever on a square, box-like device. Steam poured out from a part of the robot's head that looked like the lid to a tea kettle. The lenses of Frank's sunglasses flickered back and forth from red to green.
- Ness held his bat in a bunting position, and braced his legs.
- But, no matter how skilled a batter Ness was, if he were to go in for a hit on this thing, he'd be squashed flat instantly! Cold sweat ran down his back.
- <Paula! Paula, can you hear me? Please help me! Tell me what I should do......!>
- <Don't panic, Ness. At a time like this, the best thing to do is to use PSI!>
- <PSI? What is that? How do I use it? Wh-what do I do? …...Uwaaaugh!>
- Puuunch! The robot swung down hard with its ridiculously large fist. Just as it did, Ness counter-attacked with his bat. Fweeeee! The robot cradled its wounded hand, and let out a pained whistle of steam
- ***
- Mother 2, Chapter 2
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