The Bionic in the Basement - Lab Rats

Chapter 3- A Seismic Situation

A/N: Hi! If you're even out there... well, if you search Lab Rats then go to the 7th page, The Bionic in the Basement is on it! But, I want to discuss something else right now, I kinda took the whole 'noun-connected-by-preposition' title from Bones. If I haven't made this clear enough on my profile page, I LOVE BONES. It's a TV show about forensic anthropologists, (people who investigate Bones that belong to murder victims  AND IT'S AWESOME. It's got some pretty gruesome corpses... in a Halloween episode, there was a mummified skeleton in a children's hay maze, and a little boy found it, and a green spider crawled out of the skull's eye and landed on the little boy's nose. He fainted. It was something I had very mixed feelings about. But I'm so happy (SPOILER) that Booth and Brennan got married. Quit beating around the bush, people, and give Christine a normal life! If you don't watch Bones, then you probably have no idea what I'm saying. You probably have no idea why I'm saying it, because this is about Lab Rats, not Bones. So, onto our story. (PS, I don't own Lab Rats, Lemonade Mouth, or The Voice, which I make references to. I OWN NOTHING! STOP THROWING MARSHMALLOWS AT ME!) Take it away, Eden! 

(PS, I'm very proud of myself for coming up with the maternal app. I know, I know, I'm so modest.)

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Dear Edy, (A/N, Yes, it's me again. 'Edy' is pronounced like 'ee-dee', and it's Eden's nickname. Not like 'eh-dee' which is the name of their smart home system.)

Please, I'm taking this heat wave with determination. Determinate, D-Derminate! You and me, together we can make it better! Wow, I have watched Lemonade Mouth waaaay to many times. That movie was typical Disney. Anyway, sorry about the whole trapped-in-the-basement thing. And there's always hope that they'll muck something up! Oh, gotta go, the Headmaster wants me. Yay  another mission. I say this with sarcasm, Edy, SARCASM! Gotta go. Oh, and there's a picture of my robotic camel, Fredrico  enclosed.

Love ya, my little Yamhead!

      The Ever-So Amazing Drake

               (PS, I'm sorry to say that your fern is in a better place now.)

Joke's on me for assuming he would be responsible enough to water it. This guy doesn't even put away his socks! Okay, well, A.) We don't wear socks, and B.) I'm sure if I did, I'd leave them scattered around in damp, mildew-y piles as well. 

"Wake up and smell the technology, Edward!" I bellowed, slapping Eddy, our smart home emodicon who lives in a computer in the wall, in his screen. 

"Ow! What time is it? I was getting my beauty-sleep!" Eddy said. Yeah, Eddy's brought it upon himself to make everyone but Dad's life a living heck. (A/N- My parents won't let me say the other word.) Eddy was now sporting bunny slippers and a sleeping mask that he had move up from his eyes to his forehead so he could see me. 

"It's 6:00, on the dot, make me breakfast!" I whacked his screen again.

"Stop!" Eddy ordered. I gave a little smirk, then stupidly smacked the screen again. "Alright! No breakfast for you!" Ugh, I forgot about that! Shoot! I started pounding on his screen like a maniac, leaving imprints shaped like my knuckles in the screen due to my super-strength. 

"How do ya' like me now?" I asked. I could feel a faint little tingle in my shoulder as a punched the screen. Uh oh. Eddy better cave, or I'm pretty sure I'll glitch. I can always tell when I'm about to glitch, because I can feel my chip straining, going numb, like it's confused. 

"Not happenin'. Like you scare me. Pshhh..." Eddy taunted. My now, my shoulder was completely engulfed in pain, and my knees felt creaky, like un-oiled door hinges. I felt a slosh in the lumbar region of my back, which meant I might activate my maternal app. My maternal app, Flora, was a glitch that occurred when I felt any emotion to the extreme. In that case, my estrogen levels would spike, causing me to endure the world's worst PMS emotions. I said emotions, not symptoms, thank God. Bionic people may have high pain tolerances, but when it comes to feminin- I should have stopped talking three minutes ago.