Justin sat in a pile of trash and pieces of furniture cushion smoking a cigarette. He was originally at the scrapyard to find something fun to twist into a new sculpture he was making. It was his face, but much bigger, he reasoned it represented his huge ego well. He took a drag from the cigarette and flicked to the side, it landed in the dirt without a sound. Electro looked up from behind a stack of tires he was making and stared at the discarded cigarette, and then back up at Justin. 
With a wild jump, he quickly jumped and began looking around like a mad man. "Justin. We have a problem apparently. A distress signal coming from the west. It just transmitted and is not far away. It's coming from the Light Brigade." He said with little emotion, being analytical of the message he was distracted from acting human at this moment. He walked over to Justin his head still buzzing from transcribing the distress signal's location.
Just sat up, throwing some newspaper and bits of wire from his shirt. He wasn't dressed to meet the Light Brigade, and the signal was for robots only it seemed as he had not received any signals on any of his own devices. His white undershirt had filth all over it and he wore baggy green khakis, also covered in stains. "The Light Brigade is in need of help! We have to go! But, uh, can we go as one? I don't think I'm dressed to meet them. We'll pretend to be just you, ok?" Justin hopped from the pile of scrap and down to the waiting Electro. "Care to open up, show a little emotion too?" He joked while he stepped in front of the robot.
"Funny. And I was busy analyzing this data. Opening entrance gates." The robot spread it's arms into a T like shape and spread it's legs to stand shoulder distance apart. His chest opened up and it's head tipped back. Justin stepped inside and all the openings closed, perfectly fitting Justin's body. He could see a monitor in front of him, but he had no clue where the signal came from.
"Electro come on, take us there. You've got full control." Justin sat back, well, more of went limp and let Electro take him into a bar. "Is this it? This is their hideout? Place is a dump, but hey, let's make an entrance. Together, let me do the talking." 
With that, Justin burst in the doors in full suit of robot and grabbed a seat at the bar, didn't order a drink, but almost compulsively did. He looked around at all of the other patrons huddled around each other and nodded his head and began to sing what he thought was a good introduction to himself. Well, it was more Justin than Electro. He sang:
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He finished his number and turned to the people in the middle once more. "They call me Electroman, weeee- I uh, mean I heard your distress signal. Why did you call?" He said, leaning back in a very relaxed pose.