Wordgirl: Tobey Robot の小説・ストーリー

" Dayo hails and he chuckles. "******But why the girl come pick race like that? " Ike who is still mesmerized by the earlier sight of the woman ventures to ask. "We used our secret weapon." Tobi replies half laughing. " Ahh. *******Ejoor, let let us on this secret." Ayo demands. Excitement clear in his voice. Tobi brings out a stick like object which is wrapped in red cloth and white traditional beads from his pocket. At the sight of this, Ike screams in fear and takes hold of Dayo. While Ayo is forced to his feet by fear.

TREY Who does tomboy think she is? Some goddess that I will bow before and beg for her forgiveness? Beg her to listen to me? No. Not Trey. I don’t explain myself to people. Especially not women and she won’t be the first I will do that to. She is annoying. Irritating. Stubborn. All the names you know there. And she expects me to explain to her who Amara is. To start telling her how I met Amara and what we had. I may as well write a list of the people I have banged and all their details and give it to her.

“That’s Tobey.” As if summoned by his own name, Tobey came running toward them, pushing a toy truck overflowing with grass, sand, leaves, and several unidentifiable treasures collected with great importance. The wheels refused to turn. He stopped in front of Alicia, brows knitted in deep confusion. “Mommy… It’s broken.” She crouched beside him. “Maybe it’s just tired.” Then she looked up. “Tobey, this is Teddy. An old friend of mine.”

"Tobin! Deploy the secondary asset!" Tobin materializes instantly from the rear compartment of the command transport, his hands efficiently unfolding a lightweight, high-tech carbon wheelchair. He steps directly into my path, bowing his head with absolute, unyielding dominion discipline. "Please, Master Afolayan, deposit your weight into the seat structure. The warlord commands it." My arms cross tightly over my chest, my voice hitting a stubborn, defensive register. "The diagnostic scans indicated simple surface abrasions on my joints, Tobin. My leg bones are completely intact."

I don't want her to have to deal with Amy's bullshit tonight. "Aww, where are you going, Water Girl?" Amy coos at her. "I just want to congratulate you on snagging my boyfriend. But hey, Water Girl, don't get too cozy with him because he will come back to me as he always does. Tootles," Amy says, then walks back to where she was standing and talking to her friends.

A cheery voice snapped me back to my senses and I turned to see a girl, who was shorter than me with reddish-brown hair styled into a fringe and she wore glasses. "Hi. Yes that's me." I said nervously. "Great… I'm Cynthia and that one there is Bob the builder." She said, pointing at someone in the corner and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Despite looking like a nerd she was funny. I peered over at Bob who was hunched over a small robot, fixing some of its parts. He was so engrossed in his work he didn't even see us. He was indeed a builder… fixing that robot like a pro.

Opening his backpack, Anderson pulled out a big, box-like contraction with a material Hanson quickly recognised to be the QED. “This is your robot?” he asked, with an arched brow. Anderson was expecting that, so he smiled and dropped the contraption on the floor. “Surprise, surprise,” said he, pressing the button at its centre with a deep press by his thumb. Before anyone could scream “Jack Robinson!”, the box made a quick transformation into a human-sized robot; Enboe-21. “This. . .” said Elizabeth with a shaky finger. Without wasting any time, Andy began to speak:

Rumor had it that Toby possessed the skills of the first generation’s God of War. At that moment, he was only using fifty percent of his strength to test Harvey. Unexpectedly, he received no response.

’ I say, close to tears. ‘I’m just tired. I think that I’m going to sleep.’ ‘Get some sleep, little Luna. We’ll be there soon. ‘I love you both.’ She says just as the connection cuts off. “Toby! This way!” I tell him. Once he smells her he takes off towards her direction. I watch in awe as he slices his opponents on the way there. He looks like a true war god. As if he could hear my thought, he glanced back and smirked as he sliced the head off of another serpent. Those have been the most embarrassing.