He had seen some terrifying and unpleasant sights in his short career as a bum-fighter, but few as terrifying—or as unpleasant—as this. ‘What are you waiting for, Ned?’ said Eleanor. ‘Get this hunk of tin moving!’ ‘Robobum is not a hunk of tin,’ said Robobum. ‘I am Robobum. Fully riveted reinforced steel cheeks. Turbo-assisted jet repulsion units. Nuclear wart-head equipped. Matter transport assisted entry and exit. Inside and outside voice options. Onboard tea- and coffee-making facilities. And I am self-wiping!’ ‘Spare us the details,’ said Eleanor. ‘Just run!’ ‘Unable to run,’ said Robobum. ‘Currently performing damage assessment.’ ‘No time for that now!’ said Ned. ‘Move!’ But it was already too late. Zack stared, transfixed and sickened, as the tyrannosore-arse cheek-butted Robobum and sent her flying through the bumnut-tree forest. Zack, Eleanor, Ned and Zack’s bum were thrown violently from one side of Robobum to the other.
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