3rd Banana

[luxury_banana]

[Action: 463 Stone St.]

[Just outside the house, it seems like one Mr. Locria was indulging in what seemed to be one of his hobbies: making doors. Fassad gathered pieces of wood together, purchased from the tool store, and began cutting out what would be the foundation to a proper door. The only problem with this scenario is that he isn't much of

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[surf_n_makai]

[Nevermind that Kono has woken up in a strange house, with no one she recognizes answering her call, and that she's suddenly Mrs. Cleaver. But when she goes out the back door, there's a short, mustached man butchering some wood in an attempt to make a door. She steps outside.]

Brah, who taught you how to use a hammer?

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[luxury_banana]

[Fassad continues working while speaking lowly a very colorful language that should never be spoken in front of the weak of heart.]

Mr. and Mrs. Hammer from over down at Hammerland.

[He turns his head over to Kono. Huh, that's a new face.]

What's it to you?

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[surf_n_makai]

[Kono gets a better look at him. She hopes this pissy attitude is just because he's frustrated at the door, and not an all the time thing.]

I heard you from inside, so I came to see what was going on out here. What're you making?

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[luxury_banana]

[Eh? Did she just say "inside"? From inside where?]

From inside where? Pfeh, so you're a new neighbor. Welcome to Mayfield, just watch for the zombies and things will be just peachy.

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[nanocerancowboy]

[With a ruckus like that, it can't go unnoticed by one of Fassad's neighbors. Gat's busy with finishing repairing the damage done to the house during last month's zombie outbreak when he overhears Fassad flipping out. He glances toward Fassad's house a few times, and when he finishes with his current task, he dusts his hands off and walks on over.]

[So now, Fassad, you have a human-sized Autobot CAST standing on the sidewalk outside your house, watching you with a stance that suggests he's curious, despite having no face with which to express that feeling.

Howdy, stranger. You need help with that there door?

[Oh, and don't mind the mechanical echo in his voice.]

[luxury_banana]

What makes you think that I-

[And as Fassad turns over to Gatt, well... needless to say, he's surprised. Surprised enough to drop the hammer he was holding which, well, might work for his own safety actually.

He's gasping a little for breath. Even Porky's technology didn't seem as advanced as this... person(?) seemed.]

O-oh, m-my... Wh-what in Pork are you!?

[nanocerancowboy]

[By now Gat's met a lot of people who've never seen androids like him-but their reactions never cease to be amusing, and the same goes for Fassad's. Even though he chuckles good-naturedly in response to Fassad's question, he's inwardly glad that the guy didn't wind up dropping the hammer on his toe or something.]

I'm an android; my body's designed to replicate a lot of th' same functions as th' human body. Back where I'm from, we're called CASTs.

[Gat approaches Fassad and offers to shake his hand.]

Name's Falk Gatt, though most folks jus' call me Gat.

[luxury_banana]

[Oh, gosh, it's not going to break if he shakes it, would it? Fassad stretches out his arm, but it takes him a few moments before he decides to trust Gat enough to shake his hand. Please don't break, please don't break.]

An... droid... Oh, those half-machine, half-person things that are so popular these days. They're almost like a chimera, just not with animals. Name's Fassad.

[doofenstrudel]

[Today was a day that Doofenshmirtz was spending on construction of his own! But breaks were needed. Digging was hard work.

So, there's a dirty man with rolled sleeves and a little paper cup of lemonade, standing at the end of his driveway and peering down Stone Street.]

Hammering.

Who is hammering?

[And was that a yelp of pain? He needed to have a closer look at this. So down the street he ambles, in no real hurry, to have a look at the cause of the ruckus.

He's rather speechless when he gets there. So he just stands on the sidewalk, watching, holding his lemonade.]

[luxury_banana]

[Fassad doesn't notice Doofenshmirtz just yet. No, the only thing he's focused on is the blinding pain coursing from his thumb to the rest of his body. If Doof listens closely, he may hear at least eight new dirty words in this stream of profanity.]

[doofenstrudel]

[Wow. Those were some strong words. He didn't even use those ones. It would be a bit much.]

Excuse me.

[He steps into the yard, grimacing slightly.]

What exactly are you doing?

[luxury_banana]

[Fassad gasps for breath after having run out of filthy words to yell. No, wait. One more. Yeah, that's especially dirty.]

Wh... What am I doing...?

[He looks over at Doof who just seems to be standing there with a glass of lemonade.]

I'm making a door is what I'm doing!

[Phone]

[strike_you_out]

You're working with Pokey?

[Phone]

[luxury_banana]

Yes, that's right. I'm one half of the brains of this operation and don't you go forgetting it!

[strike_you_out]

[Slugger doesn't care who thought of it so long as he gets to play a role in scaring people.]

He said I could join.

[luxury_banana]

[Well, that was a simple response. Fassad lets his sudden burst of egotism fly right on by before responding to Slugger.]

O-oh, did he? Pokey did say he had some people helping out, but... Wait, you're just a kid. What can a kid do for a grown-up thing like building a house?

[Says the person who beat himself up with a hammer.]

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[hardhat_truckie]

I don't mind helpin' out, s'long as you've got the tools for me to work with. M'fraid the town took alla my tools, so I can't do squat unless I got'em with me. But if ya can pass me a hammer, a wrench and a screwdriver, well that'd make me as happy as a gopher in soft dirt.

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[luxury_banana]

That is a shame. It's so shameful that I think I have to help out a little with your problem, nwehehe! You happen to be speaking to one of the salesmen of the used car lot downtown.

You can take any of the tools we use for repairs down there. Just tell them Fassad sent you... and, ahh... What is your name, my, err... Engineering friend?

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[hardhat_truckie]

Well, that's mighty kind of you, Mr Fassad. I thank ya. And you can call me Engie; it's what my friends back home used to call me, and it sorta stuck as a nickname.

When can I start? I'm just itchin' ta get buildin' again. Do you have any blueprints already, or would'ja like me to design the place?

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[luxury_banana]

Why Engi... oh. Engineering. Engineer. Huh, so that's your profession? Perfect! I, Fassad, am second to none when it comes to commanding and administrating... but I am second to some when it comes to, ahh... Crafting.

I have an idea on how to make this haunted house. We need to use 502 Ricardo as its foundation.