"Don't worry, the darn fire department will come here to make sure the fire won't spread..." he takes a long sigh. "Also... I'll waste all my savings in repairing the darn building..."
"Oh wow." Zick silenced for a second. "You'd really do that?"
Throughout Jack's sigh, he puts his hand on Zick's shoulder while they start walking south to the downtown, where they think that they can stay at.
"Of course... you're my darn brother. I don't want you to not have a comfortable home to live in." He points his finger and pokes his brother's chest a few times, as if he's stating a fact. "I don't care if I'll sleep on the streets... but I care about you. I don't want you to live in a dump."
In surprise. Zick takes a step back. Covering his face with one of his four mechanical spider arms that are attached to his back, a bit shy from the love of brotherhood.
"I know Jack... I care about you too... just... stop 'yer drinking... for our own safety..."
"I'll try. can't promise a darn thing though." He responds a bit more jolly than before.
"Thought so."
As the stars of space shine on the black, glooming sky, Zick asks Jack a question as they look up to the stars, continuing to walk.
"So... can you um. Tell me once again what happened? Exactly?"
"As I told you twice before..." Jack puts his palm against his face, a bit ashamed of mentioning the situation of him not succeeding with yet another gal. "I saw a pink dressed woman with red hair in your room, pretending to masturbate. And she darn catfished me as a darn spinning saw blade was between her legs. She tried killing me, thinking I was you and then blew up the darn place with a hidden bomb while escaping."
After Jack said so, Zick looks confused more than ever. Breathing heavily, trying to figure out what did he mean exactly.
"K-kill me?! Why?!" The young brother says so, shaking his head all shaking with a worried look.
"That's what I darn wanted to ask you!"
"Wait. Jack. Ya also said pink dress right? That means that this woman is part of the turf war going on in the south of the city between the Rose mafia and the Violet mafia. And that she's from Rose! Our side of the mafia war!"
Jack, shocked and surprised. Grabs Zick by both shoulders. Shouting at his younger, knowledgeable brother.
"A TURF WAR?!" The older lad shouts while shaking his brother rapidly. "SINCE WHEN?! AND WHY A WOMAN LIKE HER THAT TRIED TO DARN KILL YOU, WILL BE ON OUR DARN SIDE?!"
"Yeah... hehe..." A bit dizzy from the shake, the young brother responds with a bit of concern, almost as always. "Forgot to mention it to ya but uhm..." A nervous grin rises upon his face, touching both of his index fingers. "After what ya did, ya fell into a coma for three days and a turf war has begun between the east and west sides of Metasteam. Also, I told ya already that ya made the mafia have followers on us..."
"You can't be darn serious... oh my god, darn, lord... what did I do when I got drunk?!!" Jack says, backing off a bit with his palm against his forehead. "I usually get drunk most of the time! Why this time it's different?!!"
Zick takes a deep breath. Knowing what happened and was going to tell Jack. Yet before that, he wanted to ask him a question.
"Eh.. I know it's off topic Jack but before... you said she tried to.. masturbate? What is that?"
Jack, being surprised, as the reader of this book probably got used to it, tells Zick what it is. Remembering that no one explained to his brother what masturbation is exactly.
After Jack explaining young Zick what it is, he gets disgusted by it, cursing the creatures of flesh and blood very loudly.
Jack shrugs off. Knowing that his fifteen year old brother well indeed get over it in a few minutes.
"So... mind telling me? You know. What did I do when I was darn drunk?"
"Huuuuuh. What?" Still a bit shaking and weirded out by what sex is, he continues the chat. "Oh. Okay fine. Just give me a moment or too."
"Sure darn thing."
In the meantime. The streets that the brothers are going through get wicker and dirtier. The bright, white wood and clean bronze buildings get worse as well, becoming darker, in lesser quality. Most of the reasons are because it's closer to the turf war that's going on in the south of Metasteam.
The two brothers notice their surroundings more, realizing that most robots went to the turf war and that's why the streets are so lonely as the pipe trees and gas grass barely get attention from anyone while not getting fondled with.
"Well... wanna know what you did when you were drunk? This will be long though. Ready to hear Jack?"
Jack takes a deep breath. Looking down at the wet, stone road leading south.
"Yes. I'm always darn ready."
"Okay. Just wanted to make sure."
Jack, Taking another deep breath, Becomes dead silent throughout his brother's talk.
"Well... how do we begin this... oh! Yeaaah... let's start when you cried next to me while I was serving our fuckin' costumers ay?"
"Oh-ummm okay. I don't darn care how the costumers would look at me honestly. They come to us to drink beer, party and that's all. No more, no less."
"Riiiiight..." Zick says cynically. "Anyway. While you cried next to me about a girl that you didn't get down wit, a costumer that was wearing a pinkish, red suit and top hat with long white pants got bothered by you and asked for your concern."
"Hmm. what a nice darn guy."
"You stabbed his arm with a shattered glass of beer, being the drunk-tard that you are."
"Oh."
"And apparently. HE WAS THE BOSS OF THE ROSE MAFIA YOU FUCKIN'- ehm.... anyway. He became outrageous and punched you in the stomach. After that, you two. Went. On. A. Fight. IN the BAR!"
"Seems reasonable."
"REASONABLE?! BECAUSE OF THAT HE LEFT AND TOLD HIS GUARDS TO HAVE FOLLOWERS ON US!!! ALL BECAUSE OF YOU AND YERRRR FUCKIN' ATTITUDE!"
"Well yes buuut... I was darn drunk."
"You know what. Just shut up. I've told what I've seen already. Happy?!"
"Diiiid I darn beat him tho?"
"What?! Why would you ask such a thing??!"
"I want to darn know if I match up to the boss."
"Seriously?!" He sighs. "Okay. It ended up with him winning barely. You being knocked out."
After Zick says so, a grin comes on Jack's face, being excited, knowing the fact the he matched up to the boss and almost beat him.
"Wow. If I wasn't darn drunk... I probably could've beat the boss! Probably even take his place!"
Zick, being shocked from what Jack said gives him a smack on his head while yelling at him.
"What are ya thinking?! This is no fuckin' joke! If YOU were NOT drunk then we wouldn't be in this mess to begin with!!!"
"Right right. Anyway, I think we got to the place we have been looking for. Darn finally."
The two brothers look forward as a white, steel building with no windows is in front of them. Being astonished by it's looks at it appears too clean while the rest of the buildings in the long and cold street all look wicked and dirty.
"So... Jack. This is where HE lives right?"
"Yeah. A good darn friend of mine."
"What was his name again? I kinda forgot. A shit-bag like him is just forgetful."
"Oh don't be like that! He is a good darn friend of mine. I know him for over two hundred years now and he gives me some sweet supplies."
"How old are ya again?"
"I'm four hundred and twenty five Zick. And HE is darn two hundred and eighty seven."
"Four hundred?! Didn't you say your age is unknown and the files were corrupted?"
"Well that is what the mafias have been telling me but... i don't know, I darn feel like I am."
"Oh uhm. So yeah yeah. Just wanted to know a comparison between you too. Anyway. What's his name again?"
Jack. Walking to the big, green, steel door he says the robot who lives in the fancy building.
"Sam. Uncle Sam. That's his darn name."