[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

Courtesy of the insane minds of myself and Lady Tesser...
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Big O reeled back as the armor on it left arm was nearly blown to pieces. Roger Smith growled in unsuppressed rage as the enemy Megadeus charged at him. It was fairly reminiscent of Glinda, but this one was nearly entirely black. Roger barely brought Big O’s shielded arms up in time to block the attack of the charging Megadeus. The black Glinda withdrew and seemed to consider the defensive style for a second. Then it began to thrust away with its claws. It was all that Big O could do just to stave off the onslaught.

“Damnit!” Roger cursed loudly as damage read-outs popped up all over Big O’s monitor screen.

The black Glinda retreated again, this time apparently taking more time to think about its options.

“Do it!” shouted Roger, catching sight of the opening. Big O raised both of its massive arms into the air and red energy began to charge in its crest. Then it slammed both hands together…and Big O exploded in a titanic blaze of glory.

Slowly two massive cannons withdrew into the other Megadeus’s arm. They were still smoking…

The screen faded from view. GAME OVER scrolled across the cockpit window. Roger Smith irritably pressed the button to open the simulator. The glass dome that surrounded the mock-cockpit receded and Roger stepped out. Not far from his simulator was another. This one opened and out stepped none other than R. Dorothy Wayneright.

Roger sighed, “Looks like you win again…Dorothy.” Dorothy nodded her head solemnly, then she proceeded to engage in a victory dance. Roger slumped down to the floor. “Do you have to do that every time that you win?” he asked. Dorothy stopped mid-way through a moonwalk. “Yes,” she responded, “Is there something wrong with it?” Roger pulled a hand down over his face, “Of course there is.” “But you said earlier that you had wanted me to act more human. It is not uncommon for humans to celebrate their victories in such a fashion,” the android reasoned.

“Or did you mean something else by that comment…” Dorothy said as a new awareness dawned upon her.

“What do you mean by that?” Roger asked.

“Maybe you want me to be more like those women who are plastered all over those magazines in-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” shouted Roger, “I don’t mean anything like that!”

But Dorothy continued as though Roger hadn’t said a thing. “Maybe you want me to be more like those women who are similar to Miss Angel. I can have some alterations made to myself-”

“Stop right there!” shouted Roger as the blood rushed to his face.

But Dorothy continued on her endless path. “I can have alterations made to myself that would make me as physically attractive as them, not to mention alter areas which can be considered underdeveloped. I can also get various upgrades that would allow us to engage in-”

“Shut-up now!” screamed Roger as loudly as he could. His face was a very deep crimson.

“You should not be embarrassed, Roger,” Dorothy chastised him. “It is a natural human reaction, there is no shame in it.”

Roger was amazed that his face actually managed to get redder than it already was. “Dorothy, stop right now!” he shouted as domineering as he could, which wasn’t very much.

Dorothy walked over to Roger and bent down next to him. The Negotiator was about to attempt to run but one of Dorothy’s hands held him firmly in place. Roger was practically sweating bullets as Dorothy brought her face right up into his. “Come on, Roger, you know you want to…” The Negotiator’s eyes widened as Dorothy pressed her cool lips up against his…

(This part was written by Lady Tesser and she has graciously allowed me to include it)
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Once her lips warmed out, her kiss was quite pleasant. Awkward and unskilled, but pleasant nonetheless. He finally pulled away, staring at her.

She giggled, her face blossoming into a cute smile. "You're not objecting any more, Roger Smith."

"The shock hasn't worn off, yet," he replied. He leaned forward and kissed her this time, trying to find something wrong with the whole thing. And yet there was nothing he could find wrong. She even tasted like a girl, even with her initially cold skin. His hand reached up to cradle her neck as he pressed against her.

"Oh, my," Norman's prim voice stated in a quietly loud manner.

Roger twisted, his mouth still on Dorothy's, and opened one eye to see Norman in the doorway of the simulation chamber. Roger pulled his lips away from Dorothy's.

"Norman, this isn't what it looks like - "

Norman remained cheerfully neutral. "I doubt it could be interpreted any other way, sir."

"Damnit, Norman - "

The butler interrupted, "But as I see my matchmaking magic has worked at last, I'll get to work right away on upgrading Miss Dorothy's systems."

"Thank you, Norman," Dorothy said.

He nodded. "Six dozen oysters for dinner, Master Roger? In the bedroom a la carte?"

The old man made a getaway.

Roger blinked with incomprehension.

"Wha'happened?"

Dorothy giggled. "Everything was ready for you to finally accept me as the woman of your desires - "

He opened his mouth to object, but she pressed her fingertip to his lips to quiet him.

" - Try to keep up, dearest."

He kissed her fingertip. "I only kissed you, that doesn't mean I want to - you know - I mean - "

"If that were true, you wouldn't blush like that." She kissed his nose. "Now that I have you, I have one request."

Roger gazed at her, shrugged and asked, "Okay, what?"

"Will you teach me a new victory dance for when I beat you at Megadeus Simulation again?"

Roger laughed. "I have an idea, Miss Wayneright."

"The Big Omega", I only have one thing to say: Whoa! That was hot.

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Originally posted by tvperez "The Big Omega", I only have one thing to say: Whoa! That was hot.

HAH! Don't credit it all to me. The ending half was Lady Tesser's, I just wrote the begining.

Hot? Hmm? Where? Was there innuendo somewhere in there?

*being a smartarse*

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Originally posted by Lady Tesser Hot? Hmm? Where? Was there innuendo somewhere in there?

I thought you flat out said it.

That was cute, great job you two!

Roger chuckled as he put the object on his desk, running his hands over the purple velvet bag as he savored the anticipation.

"What exactly did you buy at the auction, sir?" Norman asked politely.

Roger went to untying the drawstring. "It's the LAST bottle in existence, Norman! I paid out the nose for it, but it's worth it!" He pulled a bottle out of the bag, the clear liquid sparkling under the lights in the office. "The last bottle of tequila in the entire world ... "

"I'm surprised you were able to buy it at all, Master Roger," Norman commented as he went to the wet bar to get a glass, the salt, and a spitzer of synthetic lime juice.

"Secret auction. Big Ear told me about it." He opened the bottle and sniffed it. "Woo! Been sitting for over forty years. Probably can burn through metal."

Norman accepted the bottle and poured a bit into the glass, spritzed some lime juice in, then salted the rim.

"Is that how to drink it?" Roger asked.

"A variation, sir. I understand it is traditionally sipped, salt licked off the hand, then a suck on a lime. "

Roger nodded and drank the tequila.

* * *

Consciousness snuck up on Roger Smith and dropped an anvil on his head, laughing hysterically as it ran off. He moaned in pain as his cotton-filled head pounded in tune to his heartbeat , as he attempted to turn over in the bed.

"Is he awake?" Big Ear's voice asked.

"Almost, sir. This is the worst drunk he had ever had."

Roger turned over, opening one eye to see Big Ear sitting next to his bed and Norman standing beside him.

"How do you feel this morning, Master Roger sir?"

"Urrggh," Roger replied. "What's this dead thing in my mouth?"

"Your tongue, sir."

Roger pulled himself up, swaying uneasily. He crashed back down on the bed. "Who pushed me?"

"The air did, sir."

"What happened?"

Big Ear laughed. "Where should I begin, Negotiator?"

Norman - almost grinning - said, "Start with the attack on the Rosewater estate."

"WHAT???" Roger asked, then gripped his head as the sound of his own voice shattered his skull.

"I wouldn't call it an 'attack' exactly," Big Ear corrected the butler. "But you did perform many offensive actions."

Roger moaned. "Like what?"

"Well, sir," Norman began. "We found out Big O's fingers can spin."

"What does Big O have to do with it?" Roger asked.

Big Ear replied, "You took your Megadeus and used it to break into the Rosewater dome. Along the way, you acquired a flagpole and a restaurant's supply of butter. When you arrived, you announced over Big O's PA system what you intended to do to Rosewater with those items -"

"AAAGH!"

"That's what Rosewater said," Big Ear continued, "But instead you threw it like a javelin through his house and dumped the hundred gallons of butter in his bedroom. Then you had made Big O perform the One-Finger-Salute with both hands and proclaimed, 'Sit on these, Rosewater, you smeggin' fairy!' and proceeded to make the Megadeus' middle fingers spin."

Roger groaned.

"Then," Big Ear continued. "You felt nature call, so you proceeded to urinate all over the side of Rosewater's house ... standing from the cockpit of the Megadeus."

Roger rolled over and slammed a pillow over his head. The force of the pillow made the throbbing worse. "Is that all?"

"Oh, no, sir," Norman added.

"Your final act against Rosewater was to speculate on his relationships with farm animals and certain types of produce - "

Norman brust into giggles, but quickly controlled them.

" - then you sang a song that nobody had ever heard before and will likely never forget."

"What?"

"'The Ballad of Eskimo Nell'."

"What's that? Never heard of it."

"Let's just say the Committee for Public Morality hanged themselves, most of Paradigm City begs for amnesia, most of the parents in the city want you burned alive, and the workers along the docks are trying to turn you into a local God."

Roger decided he did not want to know what he sang. "That was it, right?"

"No," Big Ear continued. "You also made the Megadeus skip through the city with a jumprope made from the phonelines."

Roger thought about it. "Damn, I didn't know Big O could do that!"

"You also used the PA to tell a woman named Angel that you aren't interested because you 'don't like blonde skanks who rip their dresses off the first time it gets hot' and leaving your 'ass to get killed is a real turn off'."

"I only thought about it," Roger replied, rubbing his forehead.

"Miss Dorothy has been missing since you returned home," Norman offered.

"Why?" Roger asked. "Where is she?"

Dorothy's voice came from a vent, "I am in the ventilation ducts, Roger Smith, and I hid here after you spoke to me when you came in."

"What did I say?" he asked, alarmed that he scared her so much that she had to hide.

"Roger, you said many things that would make that Angel woman blush."

"Like what?"

"[CENSORED] [CENSORED] whipped cream [CENSORED] [CENSORED] leather [CENSORED] [CENSORED] popsicles [CENSORED] [CENSORED] - "

ALL RIGHT!" Roger yelled, making his head almost explode.

"You are a pervert, Roger Smith."

He sighed. "So, when do I get arrested for what I did to Rosewater?"

Big Ear grinned. "General concensus is that you should be given a medal for what you did to Rosewater. Colonel Dastun is sure of no charges being pressed against you or the Megadeus."

"Why would charges be pressed against Big O?" Roger asked.

"After you passed out, Big O took it upon itself to write grafitti on the side of the East Dome."

"It WHAT!?" Roger got up - slooowly - and stumbled to the window where he saw proclamations written across the East Dome in gigantic letters proclaiming such things as 'Citizens rule - Dome Dwellers Drool' , 'Eat the Rich', 'Rosewater is a pansy and all wet', 'Paradigm Corp can kiss my shiny black Megadeus', and 'Beck = Bedwetter'.

"Sure it wasn't me?" Roger asked.

"You were unconscious and had fallen out of Big O, sir," Norman replied. "By the way, do you have any idea where your pants had gone? I could not locate them."

"Pervert!" Dorothy yelled from the vent. "They're flying from the orphanage flagpole! You told me all about it! Those bruises are from those nuns that you asked that question to!"

"Uh ... what questions?" Roger asked, not sure he wanted to know.

"'Boxers, briefs, or lacy black things?'"

Big Ear laughed. "Anyway, that's about it."

"I still have a question," Norman said. "Where did you get the Marilyn Monroe wig for Big O?"

Big Ear looked at Norman, grinned, and said, "Oh man, this I gotta see!" and ran for the robot bay.

"Norman?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Don't let me have anymore tequila."

"Since you drank the world's entire supply of it, I do not think that is a problem, sir."

As Norman left to get Big Ear, Dorothy asked, "Are they gone?"

"Yes," Roger groaned.

Dorothy kicked off the vent grill and slid out. She was dressed in a leather bikini and had a tub of whipped cream, a box of popsicles, an egg whisk, and a live chicken.

"What are you doing?" Roger asked, trembling in fear.

"Only what you asked, sugar lips. Now lick my boots."

[The following 14,879 words have beeen suppressed for the sanity of the right-thinking citizenry. Should they ever become known, Woe to the Republic! - the Authors]

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Originally posted by Lady Tesser [The following 14,879 words have beeen suppressed for the sanity of the right-thinking citizenry. Should they ever become known, Woe to the Republic! - the Authors]

That's okay, I'll just use my imagination for that part.

*Zola removes the fanfic queen crown from her head and hands it back to Lady Tesser*

I am not worthy!

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...Consciousness snuck up on Roger Smith....

Sounds like Pledge Week traditions are alive and well. Ah, college!

Pygmalion

Haahaahaa! Keep up the great work everyone!! It was all very spew worthy! I just don't know which is the funniest Big O scene..Big O in a disguise or Big O doing the graffiti! Thank you all for making me LMAO so early in the morning!

Lady Tesser, that was vile, wicked, cruel, disturbing, shocking, debauched material I have ever read!!! I loved it.

I crown thee, Queen of the Netherworld of Fiction.

** Places tiara on Lady Lesser **

All hail, Queen Lady Tesser!!!

*is dead from lack of oxygen. Face is pale blue and toungue is hanging out of mouth. Fingers held in a thumbs-up*

Thank-you, all; it helps that I am married to the man called by the Fanfic Mailing List as 'Master of the Sick Fic'. His humor is rubbing off on me ... help ... he makes puns!

I have a scene that I'm going to write up after ep 26, so I'm itching to do it soon. What's REALLY going on.

Heh-heh-heh.

.....*backs away SLOOOOWLY from Lady Tesser*.....

Just try to control yourself O.o;;; AHHH RUN!!!!!
*runs away in fright*


( hehehe )
I can't wait... heh

Paradigm City lay in ruins, save for a small square clear of rubble. Big Fau and Big O stand there, facing each other down.

Roger: How could...How could you have destroyed your own city?
Alex: You've underestimated the power of Big Fau!
Roger: I won't allow you to smash this city! Megadeuses are not your toys!

Big O and Big Fau fight, viciously punching at each other.
Alex lands a strong hit directly in the center of Roger's chest, sending his Big reeling backwards.

Alex: I told you that Big Fau is the most powerful Megadeus ever created! It's a shame you can't see that!

In the middle of Alex's gloating, Big O runs up and lands an earth-shaking punch square on Big Fau's jaw, sending its head snapping a hundred feet upward on a post...
Alex's fist slamms the ground next to Big Fau, causing both Megadeuses to shake and Big Fau's head to wobble back and forth.

Alex: No! It's not fair! You ALWAYS beat me at Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots!
Roger: You should really learn to keep your ego in check, Alex.

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I know I'm not exactly the best writer ever...

He-he-he! Rock Em Sock Em Robots ... a guilty pleasure!

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Originally posted by GAT-X105 I know I'm not exactly the best writer ever...

It's an unwritten rule: you can never go wrong with Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots.

** Scene takes place in Angel's car, just outside of Roger's building.***
Angel: Faster, Roger! Faster!
Roger: I am going as fast as I can.
** Dorothy approaches **
Dorothy: I hear Roger, but I don't see him. Where can he be?
Angel: I knew I should have called Norman. You are way too slow!
Roger: Really? What does he have that I don't.
Angel: Well, he is fast for an old man.
Roger: Really?
Angel: Yes, he is! Another thing, he goes as deep as it takes.
Roger: Don't flatter yourself, it is not too deep for me!
Dorothy: ** Looking around ** Where is that two-timing...
Angel: And you call yourself a professional? That's it, I am going to call Norman over here. Maybe the two of you can get me going...
Dorothy: ** Noticing the car is rocking back-and-forth ** I'll teach you to cheat on me!
Dorothy: ** Rips off the passenger door of Angel's car ** Caught you...
** Dorothy notices that there was nobody in the car. She looks to the Driver side. **
Angel: My car! You little...
Roger: Thank you, Dorothy! I guess we don't have to try to 'Jimmy' the car open to retrieve Angel's car keys after all.
Dorothy: ** Looking Surprised ** Oops.

*shakes head, takes out wire brush, pulls wire brush through ears to clean brains, takes wire brush out and puts away, gives tvperez a piercing stare*

This innuendo thing is getting out of hand ... maybe something about soap and aardavarks should be done ...

Yikes!!! I am so sorry! Please don't look at me like that! I beg of you!

I will try to curtail my usage of sexual-based innuendos. As for your request, soap and aardavarks, hum...

It was a long day......... yet another difficult client. Siren's, screams of helpless civilians faced with the crushing might of clashing titans. Roger came home with a sour demenor. Two black circles drew under his eyes has he stuggled to losen his tie but soon gave up. He srawled himself on the couch and streched his arms a bit.
Roger: *yawn* it was a hell of a day today. Boy am I beat.
Shadows soon cast over Rogers Face as he closed his eyes.
Dorothy saw a dreary eyed Roger outstretched on the couch, his tie still on.
Dorothy appoached Roger carefully and with some difficulty managed to take off Roger's tie. She had gained a new skill though not very important she knew it would make Rogers life easier. She wanted to try it again. Since Roger was sleeping and the task was simple enough she practiced tying and untying til she practically became a pro, within minutes. I learned to do this quickly enough, but if I can do this maybe I can learn how to tell Roger I love him also, after all Roger was alseep and he will never notice.
Dorothy: Roger I love you. no that won't do.
Dorothy: Roger, I'm in love with you.
Dorothy: Roger I......love you.
No matter how hard she tried she failed to make it human enough so that Roger would once believe that she did indeed love him. The sleeping Roger curled up on the couch.
Dorothy: Hopeless..... He can sleep and I can even shut my eyelids like he can. I wish that I could also sleep by yourside Roger. But how can a I ever sleep by your side if I can't. How can I kiss you as other humans do if I can't feel your warmth or touch, or even the way you taste. But somehow even knowing these things I still can't help but love you. Even though it may never sound human enough to make you believe or even just to catch your attention.
Dorothy got a blanket to cover Roger from the draft running through the house that evening.Roger curled up closer to the edge of the couch.
Dorothy could resist. She wanted to try it even just once. She leaned in closer to his tranquil face and planted her lips against his, Roger like sleeping beauty opened his tired eyes and in a dreamlike state returned the kiss. He pulled Dorothy by his side and held her like a child would a teddy bear in his arms. Dorothy shut her eyes and then finally sleep came even though it was forced.
Roger: See Dorothy, you can sleep by my side this night or any night.

When Roger awoke he didn't remember the events of what happened he thought it to be a strange dream, unaware that it really did happen and that it would be a memory that Dorothy would cherish most of any.