7Hello?
A common question used when answering a telephone or when coming home and wanting to find out if there is another person in the house. It was however, at least to his knowledge, yet to be used in this current situation; blinking on an empty computer screen for someone to find it. The question did not stand alone but had been repeated.
Hello?
He wondered what it meant. Not the question in itself, of course, but the seemingly random appearance of them and the cause of it. Five, no more than ten, minutes had he been gone to gather his wits after the apparent loss of several weeks of work and upon returning to the garage, the letters had glowed bright blue against a black background on the screen; a screen which had been completely black and lifeless when he had left it, something it should have remained.
Is there anybody out there?
It had not.
A feeling of not knowing began to creep up on the boy and he didn't like it one bit; it was one of his most hated feelings in the world. Alas, that was the truth. He didn't know. He didn't know what had gone wrong with his text based adventure game, he didn't know if his computer would ever be able to function after the crash of his text based adventure game had seemingly killed it for good and he didn't know whether or not these questions meant that he had somehow been hacked. Someone out there could simply be doing this for giggles.
On the other hand... If so was the case then he probably wouldn't have anything to lose if he was to play along with the game and reach out for answers. At least then he would know something about the situation at hand.
He scratched the back of his head as he thought. If it would prove possible, how would he communicate with... Whatever it was asking these questions? Could it be as simple as using the keyboard?
Hello?
Had someone been there to witness his typing, a blush would have spread over his cheeks in embarrassment. It was rather silly, really, to hope for an answer to such a question when the computer itself seemed to be... On. How had he not noticed that? The computer was on and running again, as if nothing had ever happened. This of course raised the questions of what had initially caused the crash and what had been hindering it from booting up in a perfectly normal manner, both of which tied into the conundrum of what had happened in those ten minutes he had been gone? None were rightfully answered and they were all quickly pushed far back into his mind with other non-urgent matters when three characters appeared on the screen underneath the message he had just typed out.
Oh.
Oh?
Hello.
Oh.
"I recognize the conundrum, Jonny; there are many a stains I have amassed through my years lollygagging about with Ed and Eddy that were quite difficult to wash out." Double-D flicked the light switch and descended the stairs, nodding to himself as if to ascertain that he had indeed encountered the problem before.
"Right on! Mom would flip if she saw this!" Jonny held out the edge of his T-shirt to show the 'stain' in its full glory. Well, it wasn't so much a stain as it was a massive dye job; the young boy had attempted to catch a football thrown by local jock Kevin and had managed to collide rather severely with a canvas young Jimmy was using. Though he personally thought the red and black streaks looked spiffy, he was certain his parents would be of a different opinion.
"Yes, I can certainly understand why. Fortunately, I took precautions some time ago and mixed up a concoction that removes even the most stubborn of stains." Though his initial reaction had been that the colors suited Jonny, it changed into a mortified one once he realized that the T-shirt was supposed to be white. The brainy Ed made his way to the washing machine and rummaged around in the assortment of liquids and powders neatly organized in a basket next to it. "Hmm, this is for... No, this is... Wherever did I put it...?"
Meanwhile, Jonny had found something different to entertain himself with once the thrill of entering an unknown basement had worn off; a cabinet. It wasn't anything much special; white, almost reached the ceiling and white. The entertaining part came once he opened it.
Having expected various cleaning supplies or possibly a collection of jams and jellies, Jonny's jaw dropped when it turned out the cabinet housed an array of Double-D's inventions. Some he remembered vividly, some he had never seen before and some were just absolutely ridiculous looking. What he definitely did remember was that some of the beanie-wearing boy's mechanical marvels could be positively lethal if handled wrong so he instead set his sight on an innocent looking jar with a similarly innocent looking substance of an orange color positioned on the lowest shelf. Could it be that a jar of marmalade had found its way into the technological display by mistake? With a glance back to see his friend still submerged in the task of finding a stain remover, Jonny carefully picked up the jar and removed the lid.
If it was marmalade, it was a bit too runny for his taste. A quick sniff and recoil out of sheer disgust contradicted the theory of it being a fruit preserve however; it'd be a snowflake vacationing in Sahara before he would spread this goop on a sandwich. This of course raised the question of what it actually was. An experiment of a chemical nature? Would, let's say, the orange Jonny had in his pocket start singing ragtime if it came in contact with it? He'd be darned if he wasn't going to try. After all, it was in the name of science!
With great fascination, Jonny placed the fruit over the top of the jar where it rested snugly and proceeded to turn iit upside down, coating half of the orange with the substance. His eyes widened in anticipation; something groovy was bound to happen, it's not like Double-D would just keep some orange colored goop in a cabinet for no reason. Something would definitely happen.
"Jonny, I- JONNY, NO!" Apparently Double-D thought so as well when he turned around and cried out at the sight. Jonny jerked back in surprise, letting go of the orange which neatly slid out of the jar and fell on the floor with an uneventful thud, leaving the strange liquid to follow it. The young man moved ever so slightly an inch in an attempt to regain his wit and slipped, being airborne for a second before crashing down into the floor and the puddle of goop.
"Ow, think I might've bruised something funny…" Jonny groaned and ran a hand over his head, smearing the strange substance over himself as a result. Double-D put a hand to his forehead and sighed grimly.
"For the love of…" His annoyed grumble ebbed out as he opened a smaller cabinet next to the washing machine. He quickly rummaged around and emerged holding a folded piece of plastic. "Don't panic, everything will be alright, you're going to survive." The deadpan tone in his voice suggested that he had been in many a similar situations before and the ease with which he threw the plastic into the air, which immediately unfolded into a small tent that completely encased Jonny and the area of the spillage, only strengthened that theory.
"What is this stuff, Double-D?" Jonny glanced down over his goop covered body, trailing patterns in it across the floor to get a better feel of the substance's texture.
"I believe it was a byproduct of some jet fuel or homemade axel grease or some fresh squeezed orange juice, can't really remember at this point. Until then…" With a final glance at his friend through the tent's transparent wall, Double-D moved towards the stairs. "I shall return momentarily, just need to fetch some equipment to properly monitor the situation. Oh, and to protect myself, of course."
"What?!"
"No worries, I will be right back. Please stay in the containment and please, don't eat that tangerine which so graciously brought us to this point."
The first few rays of sunshine trickled through the treetops surrounding Rethink Avenue and the early morning was still. The birds chirped from their nests while sprinklers hammered down into the lawns slowly watered the grass. Grass that was perfect to lie down in and stare up at the clouds.
But the majority of the inhabitants of Peach Creek were not yet up to experience the serene beauty of this early hour, no indeed; most of them were still laying in their, and others', respective beds, snuggling their heads a little bit deeper into the pillow in the subconscious knowledge that they would be missing nothing of importance if they just slept in a little bit.
Some would say these people's subconscious were wrong. Nazz van Bartonschmeer would certainly agree with that claim.
She took a moment to think back where exactly her morning had gone outside the realm of what she would consider 'normal' events. She had gotten up. Yawned. Scratched her head. Yawned again. Good so far. Feet on the floor, go downstairs, put on coffee; just like any other day. Back upstairs, take off her pajamas, wrap a towel around her then wander still half asleep to the bathroom. Towel on sink, shower curtain drawn, feeling of being watched, turn the water on, soap-
Ah. That would be it. That feeling of being watched, closely followed by the realization that she was indeed being watched and finally the conclusion that the face staring at her through the small window was in fact not a regular human shaped one but did at a first glance appear to be a very rusty toaster.
With a swift movement bringing back memories of days gone past, Eddy opened and closed Double-D's garage door, panting heavily as he leaned his forehead against it. The words stockpiled in his throat and he swallowed twice before trying to speak again.
"Double-D, have you seen-?!"
"He knows." The chorus of voices that answered him made him spin around in adrenaline fueled surprise and notice for the first time that the garage was nowhere near empty. Tools were strewn haphazardly across the floor, pieces and bits of metal littered surfaces of the workbenches, not to mention the dismayed faces of half the neighborhood standing around.
"What the-"
"Read." Kevin slapped a hand against a piece of paper attached to the wall next to him. Eddy took a few steps to get a better look at it and couldn't avoid thinking how meticulously straight the paper sat; a stark contrast against the state of mayhem the rest of the garage was in.
Good morning, dear neighbor/friend/passerby.
The brief explanation: An experimental piece of software seems to have malfunctioned and is now most likely causing the havoc you have no doubt witnessed on this otherwise fine morning. No, I have not created a robot army. Yes, I am in part responsible for this. Working on a solution, please do not disturb me more than necessary (which is barely at all). Spoons are in the top drawer.
With apologies,
Eddward "Double-D"
Eddy read the paper twice and felt none the wiser about the situation so he took a moment to look around at his fellow neighbors gathered. Sarah and Ed sat on the floor against the wall, both already dressed and holding cereal bowls that were nearly empty. Kevin, dressed like he had had plans to jogging, was leaning against the opposite wall with his eyes closed, Nazz next to him trying to comb her still wet hair. Rolf, wearing some ridiculous looking chest plate, offered him a curt nod where he sat on a corner of a workbench, whittling away at a long, curved piece of wood. The lack of tension in the face of the outside threat was quite noticeable and Eddy couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Anybody find it weird that this feels kinda normal for this street?"
"Hell no."
"Unfortunately not."
"No, but it sure sucks."
"Kevin, shoes, here." The door leading into the house flew open and Double-D tossed a pair of sneakers onto the floor, walking straight to the workbench without even looking to see if his instruction would be followed. "Rolf, how is the bow coming along?"
"Soon, He-who-quenches-Rolf's-thirst-for-adventure-Ed-boy." Rolf answered calmly, completely caught up in his woodworking.
"Fantastic." Double-D looked up and noticed Eddy for the first time, giving him a small smile as if to say "I've sure gone and done it this time, Eddy".
"Double-D, what's-"
"Top drawer, Eddy; please read the sign." The beanie wearing inventor turned his back on them yet again to begin fiddling with something.
Eddy took a step forward. "Yeah, no, I've done that, I'm just-"
"In a nutshell, Double-D's created Skynet." Kevin said, having pushed off from the wall and picked up the shoes, eying them curiously. "Dude, you seriously took the time to label them?" He held them up to showcase the heels where two small labels sat, reading "LEFT" and "RIGHT".
"A siege is no excuse for sloppy mistakes, Kevin." With a grunt, Double-D lifted up a car battery onto his work surface and began attaching cables and wires to it, some of which seemed to connect to a pile of blood red fabric. "And not to be that person but I do believe none of you would be sitting here if I had in fact created Skynet. Kevin." Double-D handed the jock a small device with a large button attached to a keychain.
"What, I just press this?"
"I would refrain from doing that in here if I were you, I rather like these walls."
"Wait, wait, wait; what exactly are we doing here?" Eddy waved his hands around, still feeling the situation a bit too casual for what it was.
"So far, we're not doing anything. Soon we will though." Double-D's response came.
"Patience and faith, Shortstack-Ed-boy." Rolf had moved on to carving details into the wood which now nearing completion looked very much like a longbow.
"We're arming ourselves?" Eddy's eyes lit up.
"Yup!" Ed's enthusiastic reaction awarded him an annoyed glance from Sarah who had been sternly denied going out to go get Jimmy until she had been properly equipped.
"I am working on it at the very least." Double-D stopped for a second to tap his chin before motioning to the door. "Eddy, follow me." The shorter Ed followed him through the door and the hallway before they reached the basement entrance. "I think there are some things down here that I might be able to render useful."
"Double-D, what the hell have you done? I mean, we've been deep into some heavy stuff before but a robot army?" Eddy couldn't contain his excitement for much longer; this felt like a proper adventure, something to shake the suburban monotony that had fallen over the neighborhood lately.
"I do wish you had read the sign a bit more carefully." Double-D sighed and turned on the lights, walking down the stairs with Eddy close behind. "I have inadvertently created a piece of, from what I can gather, sentient software."
"Sentient-" Eddy stopped in the middle of a step and had to throw himself against the railing to avoid tumbling down the stairs. "You've made an AI?!"
"It's not an impossible conclusion." Double-D answered coolly. Sidestepping a plastic tent that stood in the middle of the room once he had reached the bottom, he began to inspect shelves upon shelves of discarded machines and devices he had constructed years earlier.
"Yo, what's this then?" Eddy pointed at the tent, leaning closer to get a better look at the gooey substance inside.
"Jonny."
"What?!" Eddy jumped back in disbelief and stared at the plastic shape in disgust. "You disintegrated Jonny?!"
"Pardon?" Double-D turned and glanced at the tent with an uninterested look. "Oh, no, I think he's sleeping." Turning back, he hummed to himself as he picked out a pair of interesting looking boots, one of which had an accordion strapped to the underside of it.
"Sleep- Have you lost your mind?!" The shorter of the duo circled the tent, feeling very much that one of them was missing something vital.
"Not since I last checked, no." Double-D paused briefly, holding a decorative gauntlet that had once been used in a strange episode about jousting, when a series of loud crashes were heard upstairs followed by troublesome chatter. "Eddy, could you please see what that was?"
"Yeah- Yeah, sure." With eyes still fixed on the tent and not even daring to look to his preoccupied friend, Eddy backed up the stairs to find Rolf standing there with a stoic expression.
"The bow is finished, He-whose-face-aligns-with-Rolf's-shoulder-Ed-boy." He held up the beautifully carved bow as if it was proof enough that everything was going to be alright.
"Right, good for you there, Stretch." Eddy said, glancing past the farmer. "Hey, what was that noise?"
"The enemy had breached the house-"
"Wait, what?"
"But Larger-than-life-smaller-in-brain-Ed-boy banished the foes with the carcass of a fish and followed them to make, how you say, haste of them."
"Right."
"Through the lavatory."
"…"
"…"
"… Through the lavatory?"
"Through the lavatory."
"So, you're saying robots got in the house, Ed chased them away with some rotten fish bones and all of them dove down the toilet?"
"Yes."
"Anybody put any coffee on yet?"
"Double-D, have you seen-"
"He knows; read." The disgruntled chorus spoke up as Jimmy opened and closed the garage door in a frenzied panic. Barely had the boy managed to take in the environment, looking very much like a cross between an armory and a coffeehouse, before Sarah came flying and attached herself to his neck.
"JIMMY, you're alright!"
"As alright as you can be with this bed head." The newcomer gestured to his magnificently ruffled hair sticking out in every direction, looking very much like a majestic bird spreading its wings.
"Jimmy, catch." Nazz called out and tossed the hairbrush she had previously used to the pale boy who gave her a thankful nod.
"Nazz, catch." Eddy entered the garage and threw a scarlet bathrobe into her arms, having searched several closets (except for Double-D's parents', not even a robot siege could break that rule apparently) for useful supplies. "Nothing much but better than nothing."
"Thanks, dude." The cheerleader was indeed grateful as she slipped it on; if the plan was to run out there and wage war, she wanted it to be in a bit more than just her pajamas.
"Double-D, all I could find." The assortment of items under Eddy's arm spilled out over the workbench where Double-D was carefully soldering pieces of electronics on a twin pair of sticks.
"Much obliged, Eddy. Rolf?" The farmer, who had just finished his sixth arrow, perked up at the mention of his name. "Could you please lift the hammer onto the work surface?"
"Of course, Double-D-Ed-boy." Without much effort, Rolf bent down and slammed the hammer down on the bench with one hand. Sarah was there within seconds.
"Ooooh, is someone gonna use it to smash up the trash outside? Oh, can it be me, Double-D; please, please, please?" Even if the inventor had turned to look at Sarah's puppy dog eyes and the pout of her lower lip, he most likely wouldn't have been swayed by it at this time.
"No, Sarah, I thought that maybe you would like to wield these." Double-D spun around with a wide grin and held up two batons enthusiastically, an emotion Sarah didn't seem to share.
"That's it? I get a couple of sticks and someone else gets-" Everyone in the entire garage jumped back against the closest wall when the two batons emitted a buzzing electrical field that lit up Double-D's satisfied face in frightening ways. Sarah's soon to be matching grin made her look equally devious. Double-D removed his hand from the buttons and the whole garage grew quiet again. "I can take the sticks."
"Ah, before that." He moved the weapons out of her reach when she practically lunged at them and nodded towards another area of the workbench. "Could you please take the hammer and hit, as hard as you can, that metal cube over there right on the 'Q'?"
"This one?" Sarah asked impatiently and jerked a thumb at the silvery cube with a red 'Q' painted on the top, one hand already wrapped around the hammer's handle.
"Yes. As hard as you can." Only when Sarah had raised the hammer high above her head did he add as an afterthought to the rest of the room: "Cover your ears, everyone!"
Covered or uncovered, the incredibly loud sound of metal colliding with metal certainly resonated through everyone and the still mad smile on Double-D's face as he picked up the flattened remains of the cube, resembling more of a discus at this point, made them question whether or not they would have been safer at home hiding out in their basements.
"Right then." Double-D secured the straps over his shoulder and nodded to Rolf who let go of the makeshift backpack. It took a few moments, and nearly falling over twice, before he could stabilize himself enough to stand upright and address the small gathering in front of him. "I will not withhold the truth here, my friends. I am partially, if not fully to blame for this crisis."
"No shit; you know we're just kinda expecting that it's one of you Eds whenever something weird happens, right?" Kevin asked dryly. Fiddling with the goggles on top of his head, he felt eager to just get out there and get the job done so they could get on with the day, a sentiment he wasn't alone in having.
"You gotta admit that life'd be pretty boring around here without the weird though, Kev." Nazz shot back, crossing her arms.
"Yeah, it'd be pretty normal too." Kevin rolled his eyes; he hadn't intended of starting a debate with his sarcastic question.
"Normal's overrated, Kev; thought we would've taught you that by now." Eddy waved his arm, showcasing the gauntlet where the discus attached at the wrist, and grinned.
"By the way, you look ridiculous, McGee."
"It's called protection; I've been beaten over the head enough times in my life already." The short Ed knocked twice on the blue skateboard helmet he was wearing.
"You dare mock the Ed-boy's decision to wear armor in battle, Kevin-boy?" Rolf glared heavily at the jock who held up a hand in defense.
"What he's wearing-" Kevin gestured towards Eddy's helmet. "- looks stupid. Yours however-" Another gesture but towards Rolf's chest plate which was intricately detailed in circular patterns. "- actually looks like battle armor."
"Beg to differ, still looks stupid." Sarah said, shifting her weight between her legs every other second. She groaned dramatically when Rolf launched into a tirade about the history behind the chest plate and looked pleadingly at the inventor in front of them. "Can we get this show on the road, Double-D?"
"Certainly, Sarah." Double-D cleared his throat and held out his arms, the gold wires running up and down them shimmering in the garage light. "Truthfully, I have no specifics on this situation. I have no information how these automatons are being constructed, how they're operating or their numbers." He held up a finger when Kevin opened his mouth. "We do have unpredictability on our side though between our personalities and our equipment."
"I'm gonna guess Rolf's a heavy hitter then." Nazz said, glancing at the almost comically sized hammer that lay at Rolf's feet.
"Correct; Rolf and Ed, once he decides to rejoin us, will lead the charge." Double-D nodded.
"But-" Sarah began.
"Sarah." He continued, quite eager himself to get this ordeal over with. "You will follow closely behind them, focusing more on agility. And brute strength when possible, of course." He added as a compliment to which her face shone up in devilish glee. "Kevin-"
"Let me guess; I'm gonna speed around on these-" Kevin held out a leg to display his sneaker. "- and try to make sure that all of them doesn't hit you guys at once."
"Quite right." Double-D responded. He swallowed, hoping no one noticed. "Jimmy, you're our lookout. Sarah, I want you to accompany him to his house and make sure he positions himself on the roof, then return and flank Rolf."
"Okay, Double-D." Sarah said a bit too happily.
"Jimmy, only use the bow for emergencies."
"Will do, Double-D." The fair-skinned teenager attempted a salute and winced when his hand hit the heat seeking goggles on his head.
"What about me then?" Eddy asked.
"Stay close to me and make sure no one comes near my backpack, please." Double-D checked his gloves and flexed his hands tryingly a few times, hoping that his makeshift wiring would hold.
"Alright, bodyguarding, check." Eddy paused for a moment before thinking of something. "I gotta ask… What the hell are you wearing, Double-D?" The assortment of wires and cables that ran up and down Double-D's arms unnerved him a bit.
"In theory, the devices which are connected to the car battery using a series of-"
"In layman's terms, we don't have all day."
"In theory, I'm gonna shoot energy beams out of my hands." Six pairs of eyes widened considerably as six pairs of feet took a few cautious steps back at this revelation.
"If that's right, bitchin'." Kevin nodded.
"If it isn't?" Jimmy asked nervously.
"Then it might explode." Double-D offered calmly. No one accepted it as such.
"Did you just say-" Eddy started.
"The guy who knows more than anyone else about this-" Nazz continued.
"Is walking around with a frigging bomb on his back?!" Sarah finished in astonishment.
"Rolf for one has faith in Sock-for-hat-Ed-boy's skill with the wrench!" Rolf swept up the hammer and joined Double-D by his side, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "If ever there was someone to lead us into this battle, he is a great contender."
"Couldn't have said it better myself, Rolf!" Everyone turned in surprise at the addition of another voice. Jonny stood tall in the doorway ("Was he always that tall?" thought Jimmy) and with a confident smile squished down one scooped out half of a watermelon with two spatulas sticking out of it onto his head. "Now let's boogie!"
I know not how to thank you, Eddward.
Double-D smiled at the newly appeared message on the screen. He really didn't think much of his efforts so far at all; at least his old generator was finally coming to good use. He figured he could have made a better job constructing the makeshift body that sat slumped against the wall, countless of wires running in and out of it, but fatigue was beginning to hinder him. It would function for now at the very least.
We shall see how the transfer goes first and then we can celebrate what an amazing breakthrough we have created here.
His eyes followed the cables running from the stationary computer holding his newly sentient software to the laptop where a meter was currently resting at 64% to the hardware embedded in the temporary torso which until recently had been a trashcan. Never in a million years would he have thought any of this would occur.
Of course.
The letters blinked on the otherwise empty screen before they disappeared, indicating that another message was incoming.
Are Ed and Eddy friends of yours?
Double-D froze, an eerie sensation running down his spine at the mention of his friends' names. The conversations so far had focused solely on what, how and where this software was experiencing things and how, if, to bring it into the real world. A sudden thought struck him though; everything this entity knows is based on what I told it through my writing the game.
Yes. Quite close friends.
Ah.
A short pause occurred where Double-D was absorbed into the hums of the generator and computers, a quite meditative feeling washing over him. How long had it been since he had been up all night working on something so near and dear to him?
Do you think they would like to be my friends as well?
A short giggle escaped him.
Yes, I know Ed certainly would. Eddy might be a bit more difficult to charm but I do believe we all might become friends.
That's nice.
The response came almost instantly and disappeared almost as quickly, just to have another sentence appear.
Ed, Edd and Eddy. If I were to befriend them, would I receive a name like yours then?
He hadn't even considered a name yet. It would have to be something simple, yet telling. Following in the footsteps of others before him, why not just name it after himself and, by extension, his two friends?
How would you like the name Edtron? A combination of your status as one of the Eds and as an homage to your beginnings. I do believe Ed would deem it a cool name.
Double-D stifled a yawn and rubbed his eyes, the late hours finally taking its toll. A quick look at the meter revealed that there was quite a bit left until the transfer would be complete. Surely he could sneak in a quick nap on the couch; it wouldn't do to be sleep deprived and sluggish should something go wrong in the last stages of the process.
Edtron. I believe I like it.
I'm glad to hear that.
Double-D hesitated for a moment; would it really be wise to leave the whole setup unattended? It was, after all, technically still an experiment and he knew from experience that they could certainly go wrong. But then again, why couldn't he just ask for an opinion?
I do apologize for inquiring, but do you believe I could possibly sneak off for a few minutes and sleep? I feel the lack of it is rendering my capabilities to work below maximum efficiency.
A moment passed.
Of course. I shall be here when you return.
He smiled to himself, thanking the heavens that this entity hadn't picked up the speaking patterns of Eddy or, even worse, Ed.
Fantastic. I will return momentarily.
Sleep well, Eddward.
The response came just as Double-D stood up and stretched out his back. Looking over the equipment one last time, he gave the screen a look of fondness before exiting the garage and moving to the couch.
"Half an hour should suffice…" He muttered to himself as he set an alarm on his cell phone. Laying back, the excitement of a child on Christmas Eve slowly ebbed out of him and sleep washed over him.
Unfortunately, he slept through the alarm and a number of events as a result which culminated in a stolen generator and a rather hectic morning. More so, he missed the last strings of words that appeared on the screen right before the meter hit 100%.
Edtron…
I am Edtron.
Ed, Edd, Eddy and Edtron.
I like that.
I… Like that.
Ed likes buttered toast and gravy.
Edd likes building things.
Eddy likes to acquire things.
I like my friends.
My friends.
They do not like the Kanker Sisters.
They must defeat the Kanker Sisters.
I do not like the Kanker Sisters.
I must defeat the Kanker Sisters.
For my friends.
