Swift Sky paced around his room, deep in thought. “This ordeal is simply maddening. They expect me to fight for entertainment? It’s even worse that I don’t have her here,” he said to himself. Swift then heard a knock on his door. He opened the door, and Umbreon stepped into the room. He glared at the creature.
“No need to be hostile, worm. I simply came here to give you this,” Umbreon then laid the Book Ex Machina in front of him and Swift Sky placed his hoof on top of it and slid it inside his room.
“You can use it to contact loved ones, if you have any.” Umbreon then walked away as Swift closed the door. He picked up the book in his mouth and put it on a table. He could contact her, but was still skeptical of the trustworthiness of anyone in this hotel. He decided not to use it for now and began pacing and thinking again until there was another knock on the door. When he opened it he found Dr. Terrible.
“Hello sir, I’m looking for allies to help me overthrow the hotel. Would you like to join?” Dr. Terrible asked. Swift shut the door on him. “No good blue stallion. I oughta shoot him,” he grumbled.
“WILL YOU SHUT IT!” yelled Sugar.
“Sugar and blue guy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” TwiPie teased.
They then heard a knock on the door. Sugar opened it and there was Dr. Terrible. “Hello ma’ams, I’m looking for allies to help me overthrow the hotel. Would you like to join?”
“Why? It seems like a decent place for the time being. Food, Housing, and I even made a fri-”
“First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage,”
“A future victim and I can bet a few bits that we’re going to get to see some of that fighting,”
“You could get hurt though!” Dr. Terrible pleaded.
“I’m not yet. Thanks for the offer anyway.” She shut the door on him.
“These adults are so naive! They think they can just prance around and not get killed in one of these battle things that dog thing was talking about,” He said to himself
“Perhaps I can get that nimrod with the bucket on his head to help me recruit allies.”
Bucketman was flipping through the instructions of the Book Ex Machina he got and sitting on his bed. He closed it and put his hand on the picture of the phone. He took his hand off and the picture began to spin and spin until it stopped and the book opened. A picture appeared of two men, two women, and two children of opposite genders with buckets on their heads. They all jumped, but soon cocked their heads. Bucketman waved to them and they waved back. One of the women pulled out a map of some kind and pointed to it, then pointed toward Bucketman and Bucketman shrugged. He then put his hands to his bucket and made a crying gesture, pointed at them and shook his head. They all nodded and he pressed on the picture of the phone again, and the image of his Bucket Crew disappeared. Bucketman put the book on the floor beside his bed and was about to reach for his tray of beers when he heard a knock on the door. He got up and opened it.
“Listen you halfwit, I’m in need of assistance. Would you mind handing out these fliers?” Dr. Terrible pulled some papers out of his coat with his mouth and handed them to him. Bucketman gave a thumbs up and started walking down the hall. “Hmmm . . .” The Doctor pulled out a red button and pressed it. “That was easy,” said the button.
Bucketman came back to Terrible’s room.
“Did you get any recruits?” Dr. Terrible asked. Bucketman nodded his head and pulled out a piece of red construction paper.
“That red pegasus? What can that pathetic lout do?” he sighed as he flopped on his bed.