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"LAWRENCE!!"

The butler robot sighed. He felt he'd just heard his name called (more like harshly screamed) only a couple minutes ago. Probably because he had.

Turning back around in the hall, he walked to the room where he remembered he had just come from, the office of his angry lunatic of a boss.

The door slid apart in front of him, and he entered the small room, a large window the first thing he saw, which gave a large view of the rest of lair. And in a tall chair behind a desk, a big-headed man in a silver suit turned around.

"Ah! There you are Lawrence!" He greeted with a scratchy voice, "What took you so long?"

"I just left, it only took me a few-"

"Anyway!" The butler could barely groan in annoyance at his boss cutting him off. It was a regular occurence by now, one he'd at least gotten used to.

"The atomizer parts have arrived, yet there seems to be a few missing." He swiveled around in is chair and stood up from it. He strolled up to the large window and waved down to the crates that held multiple mechanical pieces in them. "We're missing at least four, and as I'm sure you know, Lawrence..."

"Dr. Nefarious can't be short even one piece for his amazing, spectacular weapons or else the universe will have lost its greatest villain." The butler finished for him with a dry, uninterested monotone. Of course, Nefarious didn't seem to care about the tone, but certainly appreciated the words. He pointed at him with a gleeful smile.

"Exactly." Stepping past his desk and walking next to Lawrence, he held two pointed hands under his nose evily as he continued.

"Now, surely I couldn't have done anything with them, I was here when they all arrived!"

Nefarious turned on his heel and paced next to Lawrence. "But there ARE pieces missing... which could only mean one thing..."

"You miscounted?" Lawrence asked dryly. Nefarious swiveled around and waved his arms in the air.

"NO I DIDN'T MISCOUNT!" He huffed and put his hands on his hips, staring at his butler. "I mean somebody MUST have broken in!" He quickly went back to the window, waving to the outside. "Surely there is somebody in here right now... hiding away with my parts!" He turned back to Lawrence with a look of determination.

"..And we're going to get them back."

Of course, his butler could only stare at him with little amusement. "Oh goodie. I get to run around a large factory with my boss for an hour."

Nefarious stepped by him amusedly. "Well I'm glad you're excited about it! Now come on!" He picked up a flashlight and handed another one to the robot. "We've got pieces to find!"

After that ensued a long endeavor of going back and forth through the large establishment, following dead ends and red herrings on a wild good chase for parts that were probably already there. They ended up questioning every one of Nefarious' warbots, who despite proving they were innocent, were still angrily removed of their weekly lube job that day. The supplies closet was examined at least three times despite being so small, and they had to have circled the main area a ton because Lawrence was starting to memorize its features. All in all, a very unproductive day.

They had finally ended their search by the bin that held the atomizer pieces. They had found no trace of any part thief, and no place they could be hiding them. Nefarious stood confused and conflicted.

"I don't understand... we looked EVERYWHERE!!" He cried out. He held his hands to his head in a crazed manner as he frantically paced around in a circle. "How are there still pieces missing if we couldn't find any?"

As he circled in front of his butler, the robot sighed, placing his face in his hand. "Are you sure you did not just miscount, sir?" He asked again.

Nefarious swiftly turned around and pointed angrily at him. "No! I have already told you before! I! Did! Not! Mis! Count!" He poked his finger into Lawrence's chest at every punctuated word, his ears practically blowing smoke at the accusation. Lawrence fell on the floor with a thump and shrugged.

"Whatever you say, sir." Nefarious grumbled, his body shaking.

"Alright, fine! If you don't believe me, I'll count them again! Watch!" Quickly climbing up the metal stairs that led to them, the robot heard clanging as he moved the parts around for accumulation.

In the meantime, Lawrence figured he would check what responsibilities he had left for the day on his tablet, however he only got about a minute. Walking down slowly, with shoulders slumped in a defeated way, Nefarious stepped down and averted eye contact with his butler.

"..Sir?" Lawrence asked with a worried tone. He was cut off rather quickly.

"I miscounted." A quiet mutter.

"What?-"

"I Mis! Counted!" Lawrence was a bit taken aback by the way he snapped at him, with an embarrassed look on the man's face and a recoil as he turned away.

The butler took another look at the bin, then at his boss, giving a perplexed expression. "So... there never was a thief." Nefarious whooshed back around.

"No! It was just me being..." He grumbled, then began to walk back to where they started. "Just. Make me some tea... I'll be in my office..."

It was obvious the doctor was unhappy with himself and his mistake he refused to admit. But Lawrence had to smile at it. It was always amusing when his ego got the best of him.

Well, off to make that tea.

Before being the dastardly robot he is today, Dr. Nefarious was once a dastardly... man! Non-robot man? Non-robot? Whatever.

A scheming and diabolical person, Nefarious' days of being a kind and nerdy child are over. Now all that's left of the once smiling dork is a self-proclaimed genius of all things science, a supervillain who dares to be the ruler of the galaxy someday. Clever, intelligent, manipulative... and also kind of an idiot. Can you be smart and stupid at the same time? Whether or not you can, Nefarious sure seems that way. Regardless, even if he may act like a cackling buffoon... don't cross him. Ever. Because he will cut you. Literally! And probably a million other horrible things. But lets not get to into detail on that.....

And what would a big, powerful, supervillain be without his trusty, totally-not-tired-of-this butler? Lawrence is always there for his assistance (and to shoot a stealthy insult or two).

Despite being rather small in size and weak in muscle, his mind has allowed him to create a fine array of weapons and gadgets. So laugh at his height all you want, you won't be laughing when you're a pile of ash on the floor.

Will he ever conquer the galaxy? ...Probably not, as villains rarely win. But that certainly won't stop him from trying! You know what they say... The definition of insanity is doing something over and over again and expecting different results...

Well here he is, the squishy nefarious everybody forgot about and swept under the rug when the movie came out ryrtfiieejerahdfdfehe I STILL LOVE YOOOUUU

Yeh we got here Squishy Nef mildly redesigned for a v a r i e t y of reasons, but i love him and you can't take him aWAY FROM ME- i will kiss his adorable face. *smooch* (<--that is basically me with any Nefarious)

Description

"LAWRENCE!!"

The butler robot sighed. He felt he'd just heard his name called (more like harshly screamed) only a couple minutes ago. Probably because he had.

Turning back around in the hall, he walked to the room where he remembered he had just come from, the office of his angry lunatic of a boss.

The door slid apart in front of him, and he entered the small room, a large window the first thing he saw, which gave a large view of the rest of lair. And in a tall chair behind a desk, a big-headed man in a silver suit turned around.

"Ah! There you are Lawrence!" He greeted with a scratchy voice, "What took you so long?"

"I just left, it only took me a few-"

"Anyway!" The butler could barely groan in annoyance at his boss cutting him off. It was a regular occurence by now, one he'd at least gotten used to.

"The atomizer parts have arrived, yet there seems to be a few missing." He swiveled around in is chair and stood up from it. He strolled up to the large window and waved down to the crates that held multiple mechanical pieces in them. "We're missing at least four, and as I'm sure you know, Lawrence..."

"Dr. Nefarious can't be short even one piece for his amazing, spectacular weapons or else the universe will have lost its greatest villain." The butler finished for him with a dry, uninterested monotone. Of course, Nefarious didn't seem to care about the tone, but certainly appreciated the words. He pointed at him with a gleeful smile.

"Exactly." Stepping past his desk and walking next to Lawrence, he held two pointed hands under his nose evily as he continued.

"Now, surely I couldn't have done anything with them, I was here when they all arrived!"

Nefarious turned on his heel and paced next to Lawrence. "But there ARE pieces missing... which could only mean one thing..."

"You miscounted?" Lawrence asked dryly. Nefarious swiveled around and waved his arms in the air.

"NO I DIDN'T MISCOUNT!" He huffed and put his hands on his hips, staring at his butler. "I mean somebody MUST have broken in!" He quickly went back to the window, waving to the outside. "Surely there is somebody in here right now... hiding away with my parts!" He turned back to Lawrence with a look of determination.

"..And we're going to get them back."

Of course, his butler could only stare at him with little amusement. "Oh goodie. I get to run around a large factory with my boss for an hour."

Nefarious stepped by him amusedly. "Well I'm glad you're excited about it! Now come on!" He picked up a flashlight and handed another one to the robot. "We've got pieces to find!"

After that ensued a long endeavor of going back and forth through the large establishment, following dead ends and red herrings on a wild good chase for parts that were probably already there. They ended up questioning every one of Nefarious' warbots, who despite proving they were innocent, were still angrily removed of their weekly lube job that day. The supplies closet was examined at least three times despite being so small, and they had to have circled the main area a ton because Lawrence was starting to memorize its features. All in all, a very unproductive day.

They had finally ended their search by the bin that held the atomizer pieces. They had found no trace of any part thief, and no place they could be hiding them. Nefarious stood confused and conflicted.

"I don't understand... we looked EVERYWHERE!!" He cried out. He held his hands to his head in a crazed manner as he frantically paced around in a circle. "How are there still pieces missing if we couldn't find any?"

As he circled in front of his butler, the robot sighed, placing his face in his hand. "Are you sure you did not just miscount, sir?" He asked again.

Nefarious swiftly turned around and pointed angrily at him. "No! I have already told you before! I! Did! Not! Mis! Count!" He poked his finger into Lawrence's chest at every punctuated word, his ears practically blowing smoke at the accusation. Lawrence fell on the floor with a thump and shrugged.

"Whatever you say, sir." Nefarious grumbled, his body shaking.

"Alright, fine! If you don't believe me, I'll count them again! Watch!" Quickly climbing up the metal stairs that led to them, the robot heard clanging as he moved the parts around for accumulation.

In the meantime, Lawrence figured he would check what responsibilities he had left for the day on his tablet, however he only got about a minute. Walking down slowly, with shoulders slumped in a defeated way, Nefarious stepped down and averted eye contact with his butler.

"..Sir?" Lawrence asked with a worried tone. He was cut off rather quickly.

"I miscounted." A quiet mutter.

"What?-"

"I Mis! Counted!" Lawrence was a bit taken aback by the way he snapped at him, with an embarrassed look on the man's face and a recoil as he turned away.

The butler took another look at the bin, then at his boss, giving a perplexed expression. "So... there never was a thief." Nefarious whooshed back around.

"No! It was just me being..." He grumbled, then began to walk back to where they started. "Just. Make me some tea... I'll be in my office..."

It was obvious the doctor was unhappy with himself and his mistake he refused to admit. But Lawrence had to smile at it. It was always amusing when his ego got the best of him.

Well, off to make that tea.

Before being the dastardly robot he is today, Dr. Nefarious was once a dastardly... man! Non-robot man? Non-robot? Whatever.

A scheming and diabolical person, Nefarious' days of being a kind and nerdy child are over. Now all that's left of the once smiling dork is a self-proclaimed genius of all things science, a supervillain who dares to be the ruler of the galaxy someday. Clever, intelligent, manipulative... and also kind of an idiot. Can you be smart and stupid at the same time? Whether or not you can, Nefarious sure seems that way. Regardless, even if he may act like a cackling buffoon... don't cross him. Ever. Because he will cut you. Literally! And probably a million other horrible things. But lets not get to into detail on that.....

And what would a big, powerful, supervillain be without his trusty, totally-not-tired-of-this butler? Lawrence is always there for his assistance (and to shoot a stealthy insult or two).

Despite being rather small in size and weak in muscle, his mind has allowed him to create a fine array of weapons and gadgets. So laugh at his height all you want, you won't be laughing when you're a pile of ash on the floor.

Will he ever conquer the galaxy? ...Probably not, as villains rarely win. But that certainly won't stop him from trying! You know what they say... The definition of insanity is doing something over and over again and expecting different results...

Well here he is, the squishy nefarious everybody forgot about and swept under the rug when the movie came out ryrtfiieejerahdfdfehe I STILL LOVE YOOOUUU

Yeh we got here Squishy Nef mildly redesigned for a v a r i e t y of reasons, but i love him and you can't take him aWAY FROM ME- i will kiss his adorable face. *smooch* (<--that is basically me with any Nefarious)