So I reached for a 4/7ths hex chip booster.
Can't believe I even tried a bringle zocker.
Who does that? Right? Huh? Right? Right? Am I right?
Damn, you're unignorable!
- I'll take that as a compliment! - It's not!
Where are we?
Unbelievable. I got a robot who chats all day...
- Is that me? - Yeah!
And the one in back sleeps all day! Damn it...
I can see it! Happy Lucky Market Town! Where the savings never quit...
...and there's always a place to spit. Slogan's bad, but it looks fun!
It won't be fun. I'm sending you out for supplies.
While I find food that won't dissolve my stomach like that chick's booze.
I found you, Philly.
We're the cheapest in town!
Madura eels fresh from the lake!
Here's a list and some money. Bring back the change.
I can't buy that much with so little.
That's what you have. Use your head.
Shopping for supplies and gathering data for our journey! Great idea!
No way!
Don't ask about Gara's Keep or Prince Kelby!
Drawing attention would be trouble!
I'll go eat while you... while you...
Where is it?
Stupid stairs...
They found me again.
- Who? - You blind?
The assassins, or at least one assassin.
The man who rose from the trash heap? He's an assassin?
That's quite a good disguise. I wouldn't have guessed.
'Cause you're a robot. I'm always on alert. My instincts are never wrong.
And your instincts say drunken hobos are trying to kill you?
Just him. I'll get him before he gets me. I've been killed enough lately.
Quit wasting time and go get supplies.
Let me see, Odin. Let me see. Odin, I said, "Let me see."
What a run-down kingdom. But it's a port in a storm.
Go inform Lord Swansong I'm here.
I don't like the royal treatment, but I'll accept this.
Respectfully, the place is in Locke's hands. Swansong is likely dead.
You are mistaken. It seems perfectly normal.
You see Vijak, the gate master? In the booth?
- The one-eyed fellow? - He had two last year.
He's wounded. Along with everyone else.
Perhaps there was some accident.
The tower gunners are fine, no sign of an accident.
And there are the recently repaired blaster scars on the castle walls.
That may be, but I'm hungry and tired.
Go and check.
Nope.
What did you say?
I said, "Nope." It means "no," but in a more relaxed way.
I know! Perhaps you've forgotten. I'm the prince. My orders are absolute.
Quite wrong.
Which statement do you refer to?
All of them.
Fine. I'll do it myself.
His Majesty ordered me to keep you safe. We're leaving.
I can tie you to the saddle like this sack of biscuits...
Which would you prefer?
Excellent choice, Prince Kelby.
You stink like a broken septic tank. Go outside.
Where can I find Rickerson?
It's him. Red skin, long sword, topknot, stinks like dung...
The ronin called 9ine!
This can't be healthy to breathe.
Can't be him. He died.
What's his deal?
You ain't heard of 9ine? You live under a rock?
Something like that.
9ine was one of the baddest in a group of 47 samurai.
But there was some beef, and they got betrayed. They all died except...
They didn't all die.
I was going to say "except a few ronin."
Now they're mercenaries. Paid assassins.
Knew it.
- Where's Rickerson? - B-Beats me.
If he's as dangerous as he smells, he's pretty badass.
You're one to talk.
Tell me where I can find him. I have a contract.
Honest! Believe me!
9ine is dead. That's someone else. He'd be badder-ass if he was alive.
You never heard?
One time a local boss sent 100 soldiers to take him out.
And he cut all their heads off. Every single one.
And his sword's superpowered!
He robbed a bank by cutting through the vault like cheese.
Really soft cheese, not the hard kind.
And he can fly! He rides his sword around like a witch!
That's what my uncle told me!
The contract's limited. What day is it?
Okay! Okay! You didn't hear it from me.
By the shack under the elevated Aloha Market.
You've been helpful.
Well, 9ine's legend is about to end.
You can tell your kids about how it went down.
End of the line, wobbly old man.
Ya dropped something.
Uh-oh.
No way!
See that? It was so fast I didn't see, but did you?
It is 9ine! It's totally 9ine!
Aw, come on.
My wife left since I drank every day with you guys, but I got to see this!
Though he just killed a single loser.
We don’t know if he was a loser. Maybe he was awesome...
...but 9ine was awesomer.
He cut off a fake arm. I was testing how good he was.
Now that I know, I will kill that guy.
A fake arm wouldn't fool 9ine! Like I said, he's dead.
What am I doing? I need to beg my wife to take me back.
Why don't we go watch? Let's see which guy kills which.
Hi. I'm Sam.
Hi. My name is Sam.
Get stuffed!
I don't need any food, but you're very kind!
Transcoil.
That's on the list!
Hey, Philly! Look what I found!
He seems preoccupied.
I don't get human priorities.
Look! A Yongling power converter! And a solenoid! Yes!
Worried? Nice. That's a very high-level response.
I can't say our trip to Gara's Keep goes well.
Kelby is waiting for me.
So once you find him, I guess you'll stay with Prince Kelby.
Of course. My place is with him and our kingdom.
He is my best friend in the world!
The silent treatment won't work on me.
I'm hungry. These disgusting soldier rations taste like tree bark!
Why didn't you go to the kitchen and pack proper meals before we left?
What are you doing?
I'll show you how to dress it.
You might need to fend for yourself in the days to come.
Odin, you mean...
After your meal, we'll go.
We'll not stop until Gara's Keep. The easy part of the journey is over.
- Rickerson? - Beats me!
I've got a contract to fulfill. Sorry, I'm usually more discreet.
XQ7 energy blasters need tripods to be fired right.
Go away.
Philly, is this a good time? I'd like a word.
It's not. Move!
You aren't as focused on our mission as I hoped.
Right! Kelby! Gara's Keep!
Okay!
Last I heard, he has a hideout in the swamp. It's all I know!
Your thoughts?
Quiet! Here he comes!
Don't mind us.
Why are you so intent on botherin' me?
You're here to kill me, aren't you?
What's that, kid?
I don't know or care about you. Nice trick with the arm though.
I still have more to say.
He'll be up again soon. I think.
Hello, sir. I'm Sam, Special Associate Model from Botica.
- Is this a prank? - Do you know where Gara's Keep is?
What?
We wish to go there. My friend Prince Kelby, whom I lost, is there.
I see. Good timing, since I know every secret in the five kingdoms.
Perfect!
Accomplices of Philly the Kid, lie down!
That's so silly.
You asshats looking for me?
Well, here I am!
I shot it!
Awesome! Show off some more!
Told you this'd be good!
Yeah, my wife can eat shit!
I see you're heavier than you look.
Oh, you wish to dance?
Jeez, that samurai's playing favorites. Okay...
Good knockdown. Is this pro wrestling?
Stay down, robot woman.
Save the beer!
That isn't paid for...
- How's that? Like me now? - Shut up!
Good news. I've decided not to kill you.
- Were you even close? - Agree to disagree.
Yes! Been a while, but the bomb worked!
Why? Why'd you die first?
You were too good a guy! You fool!
Rest now. Just rest...
Farewell, our friend...
Please, about Gara's Keep...
You're a pain.
I've got change.
Explodey battles are great for stocking up.
I don't know about Gara's Keep or a prince.
I don't want to be with a zombie with bad hair. And I have a kill request.
You wish you had my hair, stinky!
Stinky? You reek ten times worse.
Philly, the beer. It was on the list twice.
Now that's a good robot.
I've reconsidered your offer.
Excellent. Is it okay if he comes, Philly? He did help us.
Don't drink them all!
Shit, why does the old fart have to drink what my bot hitchhikers got me?
So many friends! It's really gratifying!
Don't come between me and alcohol if you value your life.
- You suck! - That's my line.
A skinny pissant and two bots beat us...
- Maybe if you fought like a man... - Hey!
Losing our edge? Yeah, right! The Cannon Buster got us.
But it's fine. We got two bounties.
Hey, what are you doing?
No time for bounce-bots.
I'm on the job.
Your man is being impolite, Black Claw.
Huh? You know me?
It's my job.
The Red Horizon Foundation aren't bounce-bots.
Who?
- Red Whore Fraternity? - Horizon, ass.
Red Horizon Foundation! Autonomous and free!
Who are you?
We have common interests, namely a wanted man and two fugitive robots.
I see.
Hey, let's just finish them. We don't have time for electro-tarts.
And splitting the bounties...
Like I said, impolite.
Now, where were we?