"FWLS17" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Please to meet ya," Twink said.

"Geez, they didn't even give us clothes? How're we gonna
blend in without them? Got any suits spare?"

"Who are you?" W'ny asked, number three on Top Ten List of
Questions to Ask to Stall the Bad Guys While You Try To Cope With
the Situation at Hand.

"Crank, go get us some clothes," Arissa said, ignoring the
confused Yttian scientist. Crank nodded mechanically, and
stomped out of the room.

"Any chance he'll act inconspicuous?" Twink wondered.

"He's a six-foot tall musclebound freak who's wandering
around a lab facility in the buff," Arissa said. "It's a bit
hard to go unnoticed. Jeez, this is the best they could do on
me?"

"Looks the same as it does inside. 'Cept for the hair
color. I wished they would have given me a BIT more meat,
though. I'm a stringbean nerdy computer jockey stereotype."

"Got clothes," Crank rumbled, dropping three confused
scientists on the ground, each about the same size as one of the
robots.

"Thanks, Crank. Mind if we borrow your outfits? You can
keep the underwear, we're not total barbarians."

"Huh?" one of them asked. Demonically possessed machinery
was a new concept to T'lliTak, one which its staff was having a
bit of trouble getting used to.

"Nevermind. Crank, if you will?"

"Alright," Crank said, and with a swift punching motion,
knocked all three out.

"HEY!" W'ny whined.

"Him too. Might as well." *CLONK* "Alright, let's get
changed. We've got shopping to do."

"What about plans for the factory and colony?"

"We can't build a factory without cash," Arissa said.
"We're going to have to... WORK. Ugh."