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Written by Kektendo
Written by Kektendo
It’s late in the afternoon at the S.A.L.T. diner, the night before Jenny and Gandhi’s match. Jenny was sitting at a table, reflecting to herself.
Hey Jen, what’s up?! Ready for the match?
I guess. I’m a little nervous about it though.
Why so nervous? It’ll be fun!
I guess, but it’s the first time I’ve ever done something like this. Like, do we have to fight?
Nah, we just do stuff while the votes go up. If this were a fight, I’d totallyyyy beat you though.
Tch, oh yeah? What'cha got against this then?
She transforms her hand into a giant plasma cannon.
Heh-heh, I uhhhhhh…
He pulls a ruler out of his pocket.
I got this ruler!
Wow, I’m sooo scared.
...Alright, alright you win.
Jenny morphs her arm back to normal.
By the way, do you hear something?
Hear what?
Some sorta... wheel sound?
Hello there, Wesleeeyyyyyyyyy.
… Wesley?
Oh, he just calls everyone Wesley. He’s my Vice Principal. What’s up Mr. B! Why're you at the diner?
I simply came to wish you luck on your maaaaaatch, on behalf of Clone Hiiiiiiigh.
Heh, he’s already better than my Vice Principal. You lucked out!
By the way, who may you be, young ladyyyyyy?
I’m Jenny Wakeman! I’m actually Gandhi’s opponent this match. It’s always nice to meet a fellow robot, especially one so high up on the managerial ladder!
It is nice to meet you too, Wesleeeeeeeyyyyyy. Great, now I don’t know who to root for. I wish you both luuuuuck!
Thanks, Mr. B!
The doors to the diner swung open, turning the heads of the three current patrons. A short woman with red lab goggles, a yellow coat that surrounded a black turtleneck, heels, long white hair, and a rather pointy nose entered and ran to Jenny.
XJ-NY-UN!
M-mom! What are you doing here?!
Oh, I just wanted to wish my little girl luck on her first match! Who’s your friend?
My name’s Gandhi, Mahatma Gandhi, a living clone of the original! Cool, I know, I know. I'm a friend of Jen’s, and also her opponent this match, but it’s no biggie.
Jenny shrunk down in embarrassment due to her mom’s usual antics. Meanwhile, Butlertron, unnoticed by Ms. Wakeman, was thinking to himself.
She seems familiar, but I can’t put my finger on whyyyy...
How fascinating! A clone of a historical figure, living through his teenage years! It truly is a marvel of science! I wish you luck as well, young man!
You know... I had a, erm, “friend” once who was interested in cloning, and I did help him with the technology, but we had a bit of a falling out…
...Oh no.
You know, maybe that could be my pri-
The doors to the diner slammed open once more, turning the occupants’ heads towards a tall, slender figure with a lab coat, yellow gloves, slowly thinning brown hair, and a rather pointy nose himself.
Mr. B! Where are you? We have to go catch our reservation at the Olive Garde-
A momentary pause occured, as tensions grew, particularly between the two scientists.
Nora.
Cinnamon.
Shiiiiit.
Psst, Jen. You got popcorn?
Not now, Gandhi.
What brings you here, Nora?
I was merely wishing my daughter luck on her match.
And Mr. B, why are you here amongst such… people?
Oh, I was just doing the same for Gandhi and his friend hereeee. You know, for that tournament he signed up forrr.
Oh right, the tournament!
Scudsworth approaches closer, getting behind Gandhi on his side.
And I know that Gary here is going to win this match and the whole thing for Clone High!
It's Gand-
Shut it, Gerald.
Oh yeah?
She hops up onto the seat right behind Jenny.
Well I know my daughter, XJ-N- I mean, Jenny, is going to wipe the floor with your clone boy!
Mom, I don’t really know about th-
For Tremorton!
Oh dear.
The scientists grow more and more hostile as the seconds pass by.
Well at least Jenny isn’t made from stolen work!
At least Gabriel here fits in at his school!
How dare you! At least I don’t bet my children on sports games!
Leave Brian out of this, you smartass!
Thief!
Fool!
Liar!
Bitch!
It’s ON, stringbean! Jenny, I don’t want you to hold back at all against Gandhi! Give him everything you’ve got! Annihilate. Him.
Gregory, I want you to do whatever it takes to destroy that robot! If you win, you pass at the top of your class!
He pulls out a can opener from his lab coat and places it on the table.
Take this can opener! It should do... something. Now toodaloo! Mr. B and I are off to enjoy a meal at the Olive Garden!
I hope you choke on it. I’m leaving too, XJ-9, but I believe in you. All of Tremorton does!
(Halfway out the door) Don’t let us down, Gideon!
The two scientists left, leaving only Butlertron and the two competitors behind.
I am so sorry you two had to witness all of thaaat. I wish you both luuuuuck.
Uhh, thanks, Mr. B.
Don't mention i-
MR. B!
Goodbye to you booooth.
Mr. B rolled out of the diner, leaving Gandhi and Jenny alone in silence.
Hey uh, sorry about all of that, especially my principal. He’s kinda unhinged.
No, it’s ok! Sorry, about my mom and all that as well.
It's all good. She's just, uh... passionate.
So, do we actually have to fight? I kinda don't wanna fight you.
I don’t want to fight you either, Gandhi.
Suddenly, Gandhi’s face lights up!
I got an idea! What if we just play it up for the audience so that they think we’re fighting and stuff?
Go on…
And like, we can take pictures of like a cool fight! We can set up a ton of props and stuff.
I see. What if we were like, shoved in lockers?
Yeah! What if we had this scene where we’re face-to-face in a fight! And I’m glowing with power!
You sure they’ll buy that?
Eh, Scudworth probably would.
Awesome!
Well, let’s go do it! Totally real battle, here we come!
Yeah!
Ooh, wanna go watch a movie or something with the gang after this?
Sure, what movie?
Uhh, how about American Pie?
No.
The two walked off to create some false battle scenarios to make their scientists think they actually fought. Hopefully, they found a good movie for later.
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