They grabbed the bot and hauled him to the market. Wabsworth worked on him with a flaming paw. That's when it all went crazy. The bot shouted ads and flames cascaded from his mouth. Wabsworth's wires jumped and sputtered. The Wabbit could not believe his eyes as Lapinette appeared yelling from the market canopies and fired a flaming blade where Wabsworth's cables met the bot. "You'll need this if you want to stop him." She meant every word. "Fry his components like a fish supper!" The Wabbit looked on with interest. He turned to Wabsworth. "Did you get him?" The bot turned in a circle and fired a few vague adverts. "Come for tea in Tuscanee, be free, be free - in B&B!" it warbled. "He's not gone, shouted Wabsworth. "Fire your blades again Lapinette." More blades shot from Lapinette's paws. "Take that you mis-adventuring meaow! Never harass the Wabbit again." The bot's spindly arms flailed. The armchair head lost its stuffing. Legs bounced from walls. Yet the ads continued. "Win, bet, win, a sausage din!" "Deep purge!" shouted Wabsworth. Lapinette fired her last blades then all was quiet. The bot crumbled. Components rolled. Severed connections flashed and died. "Well," said the Wabbit, "You don't see that everyday." "I'm thirsty", gasped Lapinette. Wabsworth looked up his data banks. "I have a cocktail called Terminal Lightning. I'll mix it for you now." "It'll do!" said the Wabbit. "Mix it up, live it up!" Lapinette jumped down from the roof. "Feeling fine, tasting wine!"
