My sleep was rudely interrupted by somebody tearing open my pod door and pulling me out. Upon trying to get up, I got a gun butt to the back of the head. "What's going on here?!" I asked, very confused. Joe was suddenly tossed down next to me. His claw was restrained so it was just like a small pointy object at the bottom of a bowling ball, and I also noticed his helicopter had some chains wrapped around it, and his car radio had it's volume set to zero. I snatched the rope before anyone could do anything more. "What are you people doing?!" I shouted, trying to get something on Joe working. "You caused a little something down when you raided that truck. You had about five or so people raiding the thing! Soon after that we had one person after another going for that truck, which caused the entire set of minerals in there to be split upon everyone, BESIDES US! That doesn't count the few minerals that you managed to steal, however, because that small amount will surely get us NOTHING BUT A FIRE RUNNING FOR THE OVERLORD! You've screwed up, so come back in a few days, and hopefully this will be out of our heads, and you can sneak back in with another group of robots." the man explained. After he dragged me over to the exit station, where all the fighters went inside and out, I managed to fix everything on Joe. "Well, that was horrid!" Joe scoffed. "Quiet man, we're already in deep enough feces..." I muttered. I was pulled to my feet and tossed into the group of robots and robot human people were ready to leave. "Alright everyone, let's get some supplies today!" the captain of the fighters said. The door slowly opened and everyone sprinted out, and since I was with the group some of the time, nobody questioned me going out with them, but since I didn't want to go, I was forced out. The last thing I saw before I hit the ground was the door shutting. "Perfect... now we're stuck out here for several days, what are we going to do?" I asked. "We could go start some riots, or perhaps stay under the radar." Joe said. "Let's just go find something to make use of our time with..." I said as I pulled Joe down the road, following the group of people grabbing assorted pipes and wrenches from the workers. "This is going to be bad if a fight breaks out..." I whispered.