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Brave Police J-Decker: 5 of….Until I run out of ideas~
"Blah" Normal Talk
-Blah- Comm. Link
Blah Thinking to Oneself or Emphasis…you should be able to figure it out~
Drill Boy Drabbles 5
RINGRING…BREEPBREEPBREEE…DINGLYDINGLEDING </i>
The Deckerd Room was a buzz of excitement and noise. Rumors had been floating around for weeks about a new upgrade for the BPs badges. Today, the rumors had been confirmed. "Cell phones?" Duke inquired, his optical ridges arched. Hearing a musical tone, he turned and saw Drill Boy playing with his badge settings.
"Something like that." Toudou chuckled. "Previously, your badge comm.-link could only communicate with another badge. With the radio frequency enhancers I've just installed, they can now send and receive domestic wireless frequencies."
"So, it's a cell phone…" Yuuta summarized with a giggle. Toudou heaved a sigh.
"Fine. Your badges are now cell phones."
Two weeks later, all the BPs were not only used to their new accessory program but was using it frequently. Dekkado had the entire Tomonaga family on speed dial. McCrane had Seia's cell, home, and command post numbers. Dumpson similarly had Ayako's home, work, and all three of her cell numbers. Why she needed three mobile phones was still a mystery.
Power Joe had a new set of numbers ever week, usually whatever fling he had going at the time. The only three that never changed were his three friends and unofficial fan-club Emily, Kikumaro, and Misaki. Gun Max had the number of every motorcyle part and repair shop he deamed worthy of touching his bike.
Duke, of course, had Regina's number. Shadowmaru for some reason, had Yuuta's sister Azuki's number. Then of course, there was Drill Boy…outside of the BP, Drill Boy's best friend was Fay. Fay was a fairy and didn't know how to work a cell phone and even if she did, Azuma wasn't giving any illegal biocreature an official line.
Sooo, it stood to reason that everyone wondered, who was Drill Boy constantly on the phone with? When he left a room, he flipped his badge open and dialed a number. When he was off duty he talked for hours to some unknown party. "He's doing it to make us pay attention to him." Power Joe scoffed.
"No, he's really talking to someone." Duke insisted. "I thought at first it was his archeological friends but none of his numbers are outside the country." When everyone gave Duke a look, the robot blushed. "Okay, so I peeked, leave me alone!"
A round of laughter at Duke's expense filled the room, followed by a strangled silence. "Okay, so he is on the phone with someone…who is it then?" Dekkado mused. Everyone decided thay'd have to find out later becasue the usuall meeting was about to begin. Everyone discussed the latest and newest cases and possible suspects. Just as everyone was wrapping up, a song was heard emminatting from the vicinity of Drill Boy's desk.
Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don'tcha? Don'tcha?
Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Retrieving his badge, Drill Boy flipped it open and said, "Hey girl, we're in a thing, can I hit you back?"
Every jaw in the room dropped. "Drill Boy," McCrane coughed. "Was that your.......girlfriend?"
"No." Drill Boy smirked, returning his badge to his desk. "It was yours."
"Blah" Normal Talk
-Blah- Comm. Link
Blah Thinking to Oneself or Emphasis…you should be able to figure it out~
Drill Boy Drabbles 5
RINGRING…BREEPBREEPBREEE…DINGLYDINGLEDING </i>
The Deckerd Room was a buzz of excitement and noise. Rumors had been floating around for weeks about a new upgrade for the BPs badges. Today, the rumors had been confirmed. "Cell phones?" Duke inquired, his optical ridges arched. Hearing a musical tone, he turned and saw Drill Boy playing with his badge settings.
"Something like that." Toudou chuckled. "Previously, your badge comm.-link could only communicate with another badge. With the radio frequency enhancers I've just installed, they can now send and receive domestic wireless frequencies."
"So, it's a cell phone…" Yuuta summarized with a giggle. Toudou heaved a sigh.
"Fine. Your badges are now cell phones."
Two weeks later, all the BPs were not only used to their new accessory program but was using it frequently. Dekkado had the entire Tomonaga family on speed dial. McCrane had Seia's cell, home, and command post numbers. Dumpson similarly had Ayako's home, work, and all three of her cell numbers. Why she needed three mobile phones was still a mystery.
Power Joe had a new set of numbers ever week, usually whatever fling he had going at the time. The only three that never changed were his three friends and unofficial fan-club Emily, Kikumaro, and Misaki. Gun Max had the number of every motorcyle part and repair shop he deamed worthy of touching his bike.
Duke, of course, had Regina's number. Shadowmaru for some reason, had Yuuta's sister Azuki's number. Then of course, there was Drill Boy…outside of the BP, Drill Boy's best friend was Fay. Fay was a fairy and didn't know how to work a cell phone and even if she did, Azuma wasn't giving any illegal biocreature an official line.
Sooo, it stood to reason that everyone wondered, who was Drill Boy constantly on the phone with? When he left a room, he flipped his badge open and dialed a number. When he was off duty he talked for hours to some unknown party. "He's doing it to make us pay attention to him." Power Joe scoffed.
"No, he's really talking to someone." Duke insisted. "I thought at first it was his archeological friends but none of his numbers are outside the country." When everyone gave Duke a look, the robot blushed. "Okay, so I peeked, leave me alone!"
A round of laughter at Duke's expense filled the room, followed by a strangled silence. "Okay, so he is on the phone with someone…who is it then?" Dekkado mused. Everyone decided thay'd have to find out later becasue the usuall meeting was about to begin. Everyone discussed the latest and newest cases and possible suspects. Just as everyone was wrapping up, a song was heard emminatting from the vicinity of Drill Boy's desk.
Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don'tcha? Don'tcha?
Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Retrieving his badge, Drill Boy flipped it open and said, "Hey girl, we're in a thing, can I hit you back?"
Every jaw in the room dropped. "Drill Boy," McCrane coughed. "Was that your.......girlfriend?"
"No." Drill Boy smirked, returning his badge to his desk. "It was yours."
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I lol'd so hard at the ending. Poor McCrane