Ratchet & Clank Page #3

three lethal katas

I would like to

demonstrate for you today.

Get me out of these

tiny blue-neck towns.

Dr. Nefarious!

The mad scientist

who made

all of this possible!

"Mad" suggests

cognitive impairment.

I'm more of

a vengeful scientist.

I trust you're here

to meet the troops.

Three hundred

sentient warbots,

built using

the finest raritanium

in the galaxy,

and programmed to assassinate

the Galactic Rangers.

Proton-powered, rust-proof,

and laser-guided.

Each of these

perfect creations

is an efficient,

remorseless killing machine.

Remorseless

killing machine...

Makes me want to

have children of my own.

But will they

get the job done?

I'd hate to have to

send you back

where I found you.

State your prime objective.

Prime objective,

destroy Galactic Rangers.

Inspection complete.

Weapon issued.

My warbots know

every offensive tactic

in the Ranger handbook.

They won't just

kill the Rangers...

Target acquired.

They'll annihilate them!

Nice. They killed

the lights, too.

Burn.

Repairbot!

Ah!

Now we're talking.

Target acquired.

Oh, my...

State your prime objective.

Destroy Galactic Rangers.

State your prime objective.

Destroy Galactic Rangers.

State your prime...

Hmm...

Hello.

Defect detected.

Preparing for

immediate destruction

in three, two...

Hey! Wait!

Oh, a defect!

Go play, Victor.

No...

Ahhh!

I'm coming for you, defect!

Oh! Ooh!

Hmm.

Defect!

Computer, set coordinates

for the Galactic Ranger

home base.

Destination set.

We will never make it,

but, hey,

what are you gonna do?

Oh, dear.

Sayonara, amigo.

Ratchet...

So, you're off to

save the galaxy.

Turns out you were right.

I should dream smaller.

I'll never be a Ranger.

What?

Whoa!

Danger detected.

Danger detected.

I told you

we'd never make it,

but did you listen to me?

No.

Hello?

Anyone in there? Whoa!

Prepare for imminent death.

There's got to be

a better way to say that.

Sorry.

Prepare for imminent death.

How's that?

Five, four,

three, two, one...

No vector shell damage.

Sister board

appears to be intact.

Ah!

I must get to Aleero City!

They are in danger!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Hey, who's in danger?

An army is coming.

I must warn them!

Hang on, slow down.

You've been in a crash.

What do you say

we get you back

to my garage?

I'll run a diagnostic

and have you

fixed up in no time.

Thank you.

I appreciate the assistance.

It's no problem.

So what do I call you?

I suppose

my proper designation

is Warbot Defect B5429...

Maybe I'll just

call you Clank.

My name's Ratchet.

Uh...

Up and down.

Yeah, there you go.

You're a natural.

Okay, that's enough.

Or just keep shaking.

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