The liquid metal Stardroid didn't know how to describe it. This was worse than a Black Hole. Much worse. His whole body felt as though every inch had been rearranged. He wouldn't have been surprised if an arm was sticking out of his head.
Why yes, it sucked to be the Space Gladiator.
...What. The. Galaxy. Just...what? Did Buttchin yank me through again? He knows I hate that more than...than...AUGH. Than that stupid purple...ugh...I'm getting worked up over Pluto?!
He reformed himself slowly, allowing his body to rise up from the puddle of mercuric metal on the ground. Each limb felt too pliable to be his own. As soon as he was re