"Alright Doctor, you're a mad scientist, think about it: where would you find all of the best toys.........THE REJECT PILE!!!"
And, like a little kid to the ice cream man, the doctor ran with glee to the scrap bin. He pulled through all of the hazardous material tossing them left and right, without even noticing that he skimmed right over the exact three things he was missing to make another Dandroid. What he did find was a small machine that was looked like a steam powered pistol. It was hooked up to a generator that frankly looked like a washing machine. He read the directions and found the corresponding files to go with it. What he saw made him jump for joy, as he knew that with this device, Yin and Yang could turn the tides of the war on alienkind. The Xecl wouldn't know what hit them.
Meanwhile on the starship: "Berserker"....
"WEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
"WIIIIIIILLLLLLL"
"KIIIIIIILLLLLLLL"
"THHHEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMM"
"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL"
"We would love to cremate them"
"burn them up, then scream at them them"
"And throw their corpses in a FIIIIIIIIIRRRRRREEEEE"
"In a FIIIIIIIIRRRRRREEEE".........
Commander Xigby was ecstatic about his new barbershop quartet.
"Debra, this is probably my best idea yet. They will be great inspiration when writing plans for the annual hostile takeover! Where did you find such a perfect combination of 1st tenor, 2nd tenor, baritone, and bass?"
"Well..."
3 Days ago in an intergalactic prison.....
"Eh, brother Legato! So whadda you-ah gonna do-ah when you meet-ah your parole-ah"
"Well brother Staccato, I think-ah Imma gonna go to Trexyl planet 459 and apply-ah for the T-Force!
Whaddabout-ah you-ah brother Bass?"
"I think, I'll hire myself out as an assassin. After all, being the only one among us who ditched the accent I might make it out well there. Speech therapy was the best decision I ever made....well, that and killing Brother Rubato."
"Well, I wish-ah you the best of luck-ah Brother Bass. I'mma gonna try to get my name-ah in the papers and on the headlights. I gotta say-ah though, I'mma gonna miss-ah the old days with-ah the 4 of us goin on our-ah crime-ah spree. Nothing can-ah replace-ah "the Evil Barbershop Quartet".
"You sure are right about that Brother Arpeggio. I'm gonna miss the good old days."
They all sighed in unison, coincidentally, they were all in perfect harmony.
Their nostalgia trip was interrupted by a loud crash and a siren. A few alien organisms (some bipedal, some tripedal, and one sluglike creature) ran in, wearing armor. The foursome didn't recognize the emblem on their suits, but frankly could care less.
"You four! Sing a chromatic scale. You in E sharp, you in B minor, you in A Major, and You in G Flat"
Impulsively the four followed their instructions and preformed the task perfectly.
"Perfect! You'll do just fine"
The soldiers proceeded to disable security and bust them out. They escaped while meeting some force, which was easily overcome by employing the latest weapons technology issued by Commander Xigby (courtesy of Grimes Cybertronics). After smuggling their ship past the border, they fired up the ship's Improbability Drive and zipped across the universe...
Present Day and time
"...It's a pretty boring story actually"
"Really, I figured it'd be quite interesting seeing as their arrival sent an unfortunate sperm whale plummeting towards the surface of the planet." Xigby muttered under his breath "Eh, whatever, there's a much more interesting story happening on the television screen. Speaking of which, boys, give me a little background music!"
The musicians cleared their throats and began to harmonize they all then bust into a chorus of "Eye of the Tiger". They performed it perfectly, as it was one of the regular tunes at their prison radio station WPAX 115.8 "The hottest songs from across the galaxy". Their music greatly intensified the fight at hand, which was slowly coming a conclusion. The winner was still anyone's guess, but this fact was certain. The fight, was long from over.
