His head still rung from the punch, he was sure he saw a few stars. After the rainbows subsided and he re-gained orientation, his first somber conscious thought was retaliation. Swift, sweet retaliation lay soft along the tips of his fingers--he saw it all in his head. He'd draw back and slap Lucille! [i]BAM![/i]. There was one problem: he was a) outnumbered b) he didn't know what this girl was capable of and c) his feet hurt and he didn't fancy running anywhere. Then, a new arrival. Mazone was somewhat suspicious, but he'd seen his share of robots. He'd even seen talking cats--the list of things he hadn't seen dwindled by the minute. He was a bit annoyed but these idiots were all he had right now, and he'd stick with them.

"Quinn, love, how do you do?"

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