Vicky only yelped a little when the job chip was implanted painfully into her hand, the professor had seemed delighted that there was a new chef around, Vicky was a little weirded out by the fact that he'd asked her blood type, but that didn't matter.
Outside the professor's observatory/study, Vicky jumped for joy, cuddling Spark into her chest. The greasy man, who she now knew as Fry, seemed to be muttering to himself.
" Lucky mutt, why I oughtta " Fry hissed to himself, insanely jealous of all small animals, especially that Nibbler, thinks he's so cute with his three eyes and insatiable appetite. He himself had an insatiable appetite, and couldn't understand how the small animal devouring ham looked cute to everyone else, and why nobody thought he himself was cute when devouring ham.
" Fry, what are you doing? " Asked Vicky as he stared nastily at Spark, chewing his lip angrily.
" Ah..nothin', gonna go eat some ham " He answered moodily, kicking at a crushed slurm can he'd just thrown on the floor.
Vicky thought about his comment for a moment, Fry was a pitiful creature, who just needed some wuv.
" Hey Fry " Vicky grinned, " You want me to cook up that ham for ya? "
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The ham was smellin' pretty sweet in that oven. Vicky flashed a content smile as she basted it. She'd found some space honey in the dusty cupboard too, and Fry had informed her that Leela was almost killed trying to retrieve it.
Vicky liked Leela, the woman was exotic, she only had one eye, and in Amy Wong's words ' Dressed like a boy '. But that didn't put her off, she loved Leela's boots, they'd never wear out, and looked pretty awesome.
" Good thing this stuff's bein' put to good use then " Said Vicky, tipping the contents onto the ham. " So, how's that bending unit as a chef, good, bad? " Asked Vicky, leaning against the worktop.
Fry's eyes glazed over for a moment, it was like a thousand yard stare. It was like he was remembering horrors untold
" Meh, he's ok I guess " Shrugged Fry, waving his hand about in an idecisive manner. " It's not the worse I've had, this one time I cooked up some mould growing under my bed.... I was pronounced dead for ten seconds when the ambulance arrived."
" Sooo, what your saying is the robot never killed you? " Asked Vicky, her brow furrowing in curiosity.
Fry once again shrugged his girly shoulders " He's tried."
" Right " Answered Vicky, not really sure whether to believe him or not.
--
Bender whistled perkily as he drank some beer. He'd finally decided to walk to work. Fry didn't have a TV in his closet, and All My Circuits was on.
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Vicky and Fry started violently as the kitchen door slammed open.
" Who the hell is in my kitchen " Seethed the bending unit.
" Bender !" Breathed Fry in relief " It's just you "
" Damn right " Responded Bender, glaring at Fry.
Vicky shifted uncomfortably from her seat on the worktop. Bender's eyes detected the movement, and met Vicky's green ones.
" Hey, its the brood from the club " Said Bender, nudging Fry and gesturing to Vicky.
She snorted, brood?
" Hey, who you callin' brood, tinman? " Vicky retorted, sliding off the counter.
" The one who I so nicely gave a job to " He argued back.
Vicky growled angrily, so did Spark, who'd made an appearance after checking out the strange smells coming from the professor.
" Nothin' to say, huh? " Laughed the manbot, crossing his arms and leaning on the counter.
Anger boiled inside her, but she wouldn't lash out, she'd lose her job else. If this happened at any of place, she'd have kicked the shit out of him.
" Bite me " She spat in reply, picking up Spark off the floor and stroking him rather viciously. The little robopup whined in helplessness.
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Bender laughed mischeviously as he watched Vicky don a chef hat and scrub the floor. She was swearing rather colourfully. He lit up a cigar, and pulled out a chair. She was scrubbing rather hard, a stray thought buzzed through Bender's processor, something about how her body jiggled slightly as she scrubbed. Then about that hookerbot down the street, he hoped his antivirus software was properly installed, her firewall was a bit loose. He flushed out the smoke through a hole in his mouth piece, and said to Vicky
" You missed a spot "
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Vicky felt anger flare inside of her, but let it go. She needed this job. Hope shined out for her in the form of a packet of cigarettes stored in her hoody.
She was done, the floor was shiny and clean, Spark was struggling to walk straight the tiles were that fuckin' clean. But the robot still wouldn't let her leave. He was sat in the entrance, smoking a cigar. Smoking!
Vicky rifled through her pockets, she pulled out the ciggys, and patted her pockets for the lighter. She paused, then patted her back pockets too. No lighter. She heard Bender clear his vocaliser, and looked up.
He had her lighter in his hands, lightly spinning it between his fingers and whistling innocently. Vicky's eyes narrowed as she watched it spin.
--
She was pissed, he could tell that much. She was pissed, stress, and addicted to nicotine.
He pulled out a cigar, her lighter clicked reassuringly, flashing like a polished coin. The flame licking at his cigar almost lovingly.
Bender giggled as her eyes narrowed, her hands were flexing anxiously, and her teeth were grinding.
--
The robot was laughing at her, laughing!
Vicky clenched her knuckles as his laughing got louder. Her cravings were blearing loudly inside her head, like a big bass drum. Need for nicotine seared through her entire being. Vicky knew that she only had one chance to satisfy this craving. It was situated in the robot's mouthpiece. His eyes were closed from laughing. Vicky took that chance.
--
The brood was coming at him like a batbot outta robot hell! He shuffled backwards from his seat on the floor, but he wasn't fast enough. She'd tackled him, pulling out the cigar from his mouth and the lighter from his hands.
He lay stunned on the floor momentarily, just staring up at the cracked tiled ceiling. Then his eyes narrowed angrily.
--
Vicky breathed in a sigh of relief and cigar smoke. The ashy taste danced on her tongue tantalisingly, the world didn't matter right then, until she heard the robot clearing his throat. She didn't look up immediately, the cigar tasted familliar. She licked her lips thoughtfully, then realised.
" This is a zuban cigar! " Cried Vicky, pointing an accusing finger at Bender.
He feigned innocence, " So? "
Vicky wouldn't be dissuaded, those cigars were from the robot mafia, she knew it.
" Yer fratranisin' with the mob." She smirked, crossing her arms across her chest, placing the cigar in her mouth.
Bender snorted at her smugness.
" I-uh, found it on the street, yeah! " Spluttered the manbot, happy with his excuse.
" You couldn't of, because the mob had only one dealer since they got their stock. " Said the girl, a smirk growing on her face.
--
The girl was getting on his metaphorical nerves. How the hell would she know that only the mob has zuban cigars? Unless..
" You're the dealer " He exclaimed, pointing his finger at her.
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A/N : Woo, 4th chapter done, hopefully chappie 5 will be more exciting.
But I'm gonna say one thing, chapter 5 will only appear if I get another review, I don't mind how many, but atleast one.