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„Ernesto, come to my office!" The purple robot raised his eye, tipping the stack of papers in front of him on the table and lay it down. Even though he was surrounded by other versions of himself

„Ernesto, come to my office!"

The purple robot raised his eye, tipping the stack of papers in front of him on the table and lay it down. Even though he was surrounded by other versions of himself sitting in their cube shaped offices, none of them felt addressed by the paging.

As Ernesto headed down the long corridor, he heard muffled murmuring accompanied with the rustling of papers. The robot had barely arrived and Lord Cowboy Darrell tore his pondering eye from the little screen in front of him, leaping to his feet.

"There you are!" His face enlightened with gladness "Yer the lucky one to cover my place!"

"...Cover your place?" Ernesto repeated with confusion "But...what about my tasks?"

Darrell stared at him blankly. His face almost showed a bit of disappointment, then consideration.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to ask Shannon or Raymond if you don't wanna be my deputy then." The robot said with a shrug and a specifically sore undertone.

"I-it's not I don't want to, I just-" Ernesto quickly explained, but he didn't get far.

"Great!" He swung his fist encouragingly "I knew I could count on ya!" and was gone in a flash.

The purple robot stood, a little lost, in the middle of the room. He tipped his fingertips together, surreptitiously looking at the CEO chair and headed over. Here we go. Besides not having that much space in Darrell's chair due to their immense size difference, this was fine. And this time he specifically ordered him to take his place. No misunderstandings. No questions.

No explanations...

The little monitor in front disturbed his starting contentment as he became witness of Raymond getting roasted in the blast of a canon, one of his robot parts hurling into another one, causing it to explode in the following. The waste of money and material made his programming glitch a little. He still didn't quite understand why Darrell's new challenge had to be an overly expensive defense system.

As for himself, he didn't have to deal with this kind of thing anymore ever since he left the competition voluntarily due to a certain incident, including himself and an incinerator. After that, he chose not to enter again. He was a business bot after all. Fighting wasn't even his thing, right? And come to think of it...he was deputizing Lord Cowboy Darrell right now, he didn't even need to win anything.

He was just as good as them, even better!

Ernesto's breast swell with confidence when he was called back to reality – literally. The robot tried to put himself together before he answered.

"Ernesto! I was expecting to see Darrell..." Cosma said with quite some surprise and frustration "Where is he?"

"He's, well..." The robot realized his brother never told him why he left and therefore lacked a proper answer.

"Nevermind. Just do me a favor and tell him to call me back as soon as possible." The reptilian woman said in a brusque way, muttering something under her breath before she ended the transmission.

While Ernesto had been quietly witnessing all the fights between Lord Boxman and the board over the years, it occurred to him that perhaps his father wasn't the only one to aggravate Miss Cosma.

Turning back to the little monitor where his siblings were still trying to get through Darrell's challenge, an unlucky move caused him to wipe something off the table.

The robot bent down to pick it up, seeing a card. Taking a closer look on it he recognized Miss Vail. He had only seen her a few times and the CEO never talked about her or the company she came from, let alone what the purpose of her visits was. Ernesto wasn't able to read anything on this POW card with the red marker all over it...the word 'is' was written under her name – two times and crossed out – and under that 'smells ba'.

The robot put the card back on the table. His eye caught something sticking out of the messy stack of paper lying around. Should he...? Darrell hadn't been very...talkative lately.

And anyway, covering his place included taking care of his paperwork right?

He pulled the ill matching paper out thievishly. It was a blueprint. An old one of a Darrell, only the head was replaced with a screen and some things were added with crayon. What would he do with that? Lord Boxman himself didn't really use them and the few times he did it was only another plot to destroy the bodega heroes.

While Ernesto was tipping the paper stack on the table to line them up, it occurred to him. Of course. That's what all this was about...he was trying to –

"I'm back!"

For surprise the papers slipped out of Ernesto's hands under the table.

"Miss Cosma called!" The robot said as he reemerged from picking them up, trying to hide his nervousness under formalities "She wants you to call her back."

"Oh...that's all she said?" The CEO approached with slight distress on his face. He was slightly oil daubed.

"Well, it seemed to be quite urgent..." he replied.

Darrell's face showed quite the same frustration as Cosma's before. Lord Cowboy Darrell looked pensive for a moment. His eye fell on the blueprint.

"Well...thanks!" The CEO said, putting his wrench on the table. Ernesto raised his eye from the blueprint to him. They stared at each other for a second, until Darrell averted his eye, awkwardly drumming his fingers on the table.

"Oh!" The purple robot got out of the chair "I'll get back to work then."

"You do that..." Darrell tipped his fingertips together "Ernesto?"

He turned around to face his boss.

"Yes?"

"Don't...tell the others I made ya deputy, okay?" 

"Of course not." Ernesto nodded assuring and turned to leave. He certainly wouldn't.

 

„Ernesto, come to my office!"

The purple robot raised his eye, tipping the stack of papers in front of him on the table and lay it down. Even though he was surrounded by other versions of himself sitting in their cube shaped offices, none of them felt addressed by the paging.

As Ernesto headed down the long corridor, he heard muffled murmuring accompanied with the rustling of papers. The robot had barely arrived and Lord Cowboy Darrell tore his pondering eye from the little screen in front of him, leaping to his feet.

"There you are!" His face enlightened with gladness "Yer the lucky one to cover my place!"

"...Cover your place?" Ernesto repeated with confusion "But...what about my tasks?"

Darrell stared at him blankly. His face almost showed a bit of disappointment, then consideration.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to ask Shannon or Raymond if you don't wanna be my deputy then." The robot said with a shrug and a specifically sore undertone.

"I-it's not I don't want to, I just-" Ernesto quickly explained, but he didn't get far.

"Great!" He swung his fist encouragingly "I knew I could count on ya!" and was gone in a flash.

The purple robot stood, a little lost, in the middle of the room. He tipped his fingertips together, surreptitiously looking at the CEO chair and headed over. Here we go. Besides not having that much space in Darrell's chair due to their immense size difference, this was fine. And this time he specifically ordered him to take his place. No misunderstandings. No questions.

No explanations...

The little monitor in front disturbed his starting contentment as he became witness of Raymond getting roasted in the blast of a canon, one of his robot parts hurling into another one, causing it to explode in the following. The waste of money and material made his programming glitch a little. He still didn't quite understood why Darrell's new challenge had to be an overly expensive defense system.

As for himself, he didn't have to deal with this kind of thing anymore ever since he left the competition voluntarily due to a certain incident, including himself and an incinerator. After that, he chose not to enter again. He was a business bot after all. Fighting wasn't even his thing, right? And come to think of it...he was deputizing Lord Cowboy Darrell right now, he didn't even need to win anything.

He was just as good as them, even better!

Ernesto's breast swell with confidence when he was called back to reality – literally. The robot tried to put himself together before he answered.

"Ernesto! I was expecting to see Darrell..." Cosma said with quite some surprise and frustration "Where is he?"

"He's, well..." The robot realized his brother never told him why he left and therefore lacked a proper answer.

"Nevermind. Just do me a favor and tell him to call me back as soon as possible." The reptilian woman said in a brusque way, muttering something under her breath before she ended the transmission.

While Ernesto had been quietly witnessing all the fights between Lord Boxman and the board over the years, it occurred to him that perhaps his father wasn't the only one to aggravate Miss Cosma.

Turning back to the little monitor where his siblings were still trying to get through Darrell's challenge, an unlucky move caused him to wipe something off the table.

The robot bent down to pick it up, seeing a card. Taking a closer look on it he recognized Miss Vail. He had only seen her a few times and the CEO never talked about her or the company she came from, let alone what the purpose of her visits was. Ernesto wasn't able to read anything on this POW card with the red marker all over it...the word 'is' was written under her name – two times and crossed out – and under that 'smells ba'.

The robot put the card back on the table. His eye caught something sticking out of the messy stack of paper lying around. Should he...? Darrell hadn't been very...talkative lately.

And anyway, covering his place included taking care of his paperwork right?

He pulled the ill matching paper out thievishly. It was a blueprint. An old one of a Darrell, only the head was replaced with a screen and some things were added with crayon. What would he do with that? Lord Boxman himself didn't really use them and the few times he did it was only another plot to destroy the bodega heroes.

While Ernesto was tipping the paper stack on the table to line them up, it occurred to him. Of course. That's what all this was about...he was trying to –

"I'm back!"

For surprise the papers slipped out of Ernesto's hands under the table.

"Miss Cosma called!" The robot said as he reemerged from picking them up, trying to hide his nervousness under formalities "She wants you to call her back."

"Oh...that's all she said?" The CEO approached with slight distress on his face. He was slightly oil daubed.

"Well, it seemed to be quite urgent..." he replied.

Darrell's face showed quite the same frustration as Cosma's before. Lord Cowboy Darrell looked pensive for a moment. His eye fell on the blueprint.

"Well...thanks!" The CEO said, putting his wrench on the table. Ernesto raised his eye from the blueprint to him. They stared at each other for a second, until Darrell averted his eye, awkwardly drumming his fingers on the table.

"Oh!" The purple robot got out of the chair "I'll get back to work then."

"You do that..." Darrell tipped his fingertips together "Ernesto?"

He turned around to face his boss.

"Yes?"

"Don't...tell the others I made ya deputy, okay?" 

"Of course." Ernesto nodded assuring and turned to leave. He certainly wouldn't.