I am on some type of roll. Is it whole wheat? Nutrigrain? Is it buttered? I don't know but I must be on one of them. Because who updated A Brothers Trust twice, Good Without Him, Bad With Him, now called At Gun Point once, and started another story, namely this one? Oh, yeah, baby! It may be bad, it might be suckish, but I don't care. Well, actually, I kind of do, so tell me whatcha think! Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats.

Adam POV

"Never fear. It is I, The Toastmaster!" I summersault past the console and fire my heat vision and the dry piece of bread sticking out of the toaster. The line of fire hits the bread, turning the center and outer edges a carmely brown. Hopping onto a wheeled chair, I push off, and send another stream of lasers to another piece of toast. This time, the edges only turn a slight shade darker, but nothing more. I began to worry. Is something wrong with my bionics? Am I losing my heat vision? Suddenly, Mr. Davenport walks into view, clutching a mountain of papers.

"Mr. Davenport!" I scream. Before he can react, I've sprung off the chair and leaped over to him, tackling him to the floor. Papers go flying, but I don't care. I pin his arms down and glare at him.

"Somethings wrong with my bionics. Did you do it? Are you trying to stop me from conquering the grossness that is dry bread? Huh?" He just looks at me, confused. I raise my hand and slap him. "ANSWER ME!"

"Ouch! Adam, Adam, slow down. What are you talking about? Whats wrong with your bionics?" Mr. Davenport wiggles from underneath me. "And let me go!"

Reluctantly, I get back on my feet, then extend my hand to Mr. Davenport. His left cheek is still bright red from my slap. He walks past me and start pressing buttons on the console, pausing a few seconds to look at me.

"So? What is it?" He glances at me again, and I wait for the reply.

"Well, as I told you all once before, once you get older, you bionics have to be recalibrated. Since its been so long, your heat vision, I guess, isn't as strong as it used to be." I'm confused, and I guess I show it. Mr. Davenport just sighs and tells me to step into my capsule. Obeying, I rush to the left tube and shut the door. Mr. Davenport hits yet another switch, and a bright line shines through my capsule, making me tingle all over. When finally, the light dims, I open the door and step out.

"There. Your heat vision is as good as it may take a while for the intensity to settle, so until I say so, do NOT use it. And whatever you do, don't aim it at anyone. The shock could kill them." I nod, to show my understanding, and he leaves, slipping slightly over the scattered paper. I stand still, clarifying that I am indeed alone. Sneakily, I glance at the slightly browned piece of bread. Aiming at it once again, I set a stream of bright red laser jets at the slice of food, now black and crumbled. I grinned. This was gonna be fun.

Umm... This came to me in a dream... Tell me what you think by R&R! Don't forget to check out my other stories, and till next time... Bu bu bu bu bye!