#Cooking Grates for Turbo

[grillpartshub-blog]

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[melissa-titanium]

hey mel... what do you think about rain world... watcher dlc... personally i am very excited to see what theyre cooking. the screenshots we have so far go crazy.

i would kill to be here. i would maul to step foot into this location

im fucking praying these screenshots arent edited colorwise because oh my god i love the aura these areas have in these screenshots. please let me have the gunk location. let the green goo dungeon be a thing rw devs. please.

when i first saw this area screenshot on the steampage i think i literally started willy nilly googalo turbo tweaking you do not get it. desert location in rain world. what if i died. they dont fw the visuals of desert like locations like i do. this is my everything. the like sewer grate and pipe above implying this place mightve had something to do with water at some point. the overall color palette of this location. i think ill look like a soyjak during the entire duration of visiting this place for the first time i dont think ill make it out

FICK IGNEAGIRJAWGJSEROIHGJDOIDJTHOIGJOIEJROIRTJ0WAIPOAQWKEPOSEKTGOIHJTGOIFDJERU9TIJOYHF OH MY GOD OHMH OGKFM OYMG OSMY OHKD OHMF FD OHMYGOD MY ASS F OR G O T TO RE PSIONDTO THIS ASK.I REMBER ISAW THIS AND I GOT SO EXCITED I IMMEDIATLEY SENT THIS TO LIKE 3 PEOPLE AND THEN FUCKING IMEADIETLY FORGOT TO ACTUALLY FUCKING RESOPONSE. OH MY GODIOEUJROITRH I AM ABSOLTUELY HYPED. IM SO CURIOUS DO U THINK THERE WILL BE ROTATING SEASONS??? LIKE SPRING SUMMER FALL WINTER ETC. I NEED TO GO INTO THAT SEWAGE AREA & THE SUPER PINK ONE TOO IM FUCKING CRRRRRAZY. THERE WAS ALSO ANOTHER LOCATION THAT WAS THE THE THE. CORAL MOD. THE CORAL MOD. IM SO CURIOUS TO SEE IF THEY CHANGE ANYTHING ABOUT THAT... .GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD I LOVE RAINWORLD. UR SO RIGHT THO THE PIPES IN THE DESERT LOCATION MAKE ME SO CURIOUS IS IT LIKE A DESERT THAT USED TO BE A WATERY AREA??? OR SOMETHING LIKE THT.

[giddlygoat]

Just wanted to say I've been pretty grateful seeing a lot of your WIR reblogs and content on the timeline recently. It's been really bringing back my interest in that movie, and even got me thinking about Turbo and the potentially toxic relationship between him and Felix a lot more :D Just very good stuff all around

awww that makes me so happy to hear! wir was one of my favorite movies as a kid and watching @king-crawler’s incredible 2 hour long video essay on it recently has made me think deeper about the movie and realize just how much of a masterpiece it is. i love to share my headcanons and ideas and see what everyone else is cooking up! i just love to spread the joy 🫶💚

[rejectedbad]

Rejected Bad: Occult

The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.

INT. HANK'S OFFICE - DAY

HANK is diligently going through a stack of files when his eyes widen with disbelief.

HANK:  (whispering)  No way...

He picks up the file that caught his attention, labelled "DEA Occult Plans."

INT. UNDERGROUND LAIR - NIGHT

HANK enters an eerie underground lair, dimly lit by candlelight. He approaches a large, intricate summoning circle on the floor, filled with symbols and markings.

HANK:  (to himself)  What are they up to?

INT. WALT'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

WALTER is cooking breakfast while reading the morning paper. Hank bursts in through the door, seemingly distressed.

HANK:  Walt, we need to talk. It's about the DEA!

WALTER:  (irritated)  Hank, can't it wait? I have bigger problems right now.

Hank slams the file onto the table, causing Walter to finally pay attention.

WALTER:  (confused)  What's this?

HANK:  (angry)  It's an occult investigation, Walt! The DEA is using dark magic to bring forth Deddfwr, the so-called "god of legislation," to take down our blue empire!

Walter's eyes widen in disbelief.

INT. UNDERGROUND LAIR - NIGHT

Hank and Walter stealthily make their way through the underground lair, careful to avoid detection.

HANK:  (worried)  They're getting closer, Walt. We need to stop this ritual before Deddfwr comes into existence.

WALTER:  (focused)  Alright, we need to find their source of power. Without it, the summoning won't work.

INT. CONTROL ROOM - UNDERGROUND LAIR - NIGHT

Hank and Walter spot a room filled with high-tech equipment, surrounded by guards and DEA agents.

HANK:  (hushed)  That must be it. They're using technology and dark arts together.

WALTER:  (devilish grin)  Let's give them a taste of their own medicine.

They charge into the control room, guns drawn.

HANK:  Freeze! Nobody move!

The guards hesitate for a moment, caught off guard. Walter and Hank swiftly decapitate them, taking control of the room.

HANK:  (to Walter) We need to shut this down. Find their main power switch!

Walter fights his way to the centre of the control room, discovering the central power source.

WALTER:  (whispering) This is it, Hank!

In a bold move, Hank destroys the power source by ripping out a big red pentagonal button, causing a ripple effect throughout the entire underground lair.

INT. UNDERGROUND LAIR - MAIN CHAMBER - NIGHT

The summoning circle starts to flicker, losing its power. The DEA occultists panic as the ritual fails.

HANK:  (smirking)  Sorry, Deddfwr. It looks like your legislation won't be coming today.

Hank and Walter spend the next 69 seconds brutalising the remaining occultists.

Hank and Walter sit on a pile of corpses, exhausted but victorious, amidst the chaos they caused.

WALTER:  (panting)  We did it, Hank. We stopped them.

HANK:  (grateful):  Thanks for having my back, Walt. Even after all we've been through.

WALTER:  (firmly)  We're in this together, whether it's the DEA or anyone else trying to bring us down. We're unstoppable.

They clink their glasses of turbo whisky together, celebrating their triumph over the forces that opposed them.

FADE OUT.

[accessorys295]

MAKING A MOLI PRATHA

GPT-3.5 Turbo

Moli Pratha is a traditional Indian flatbread made with radish and whole wheat flour. Here's a simple recipe to make Moli Pratha at home:

Ingredients:

2 cups whole wheat flour

1 cup grated radish

1 tsp grated ginger

1 green chili, finely chopped

1/2 tsp cumin seeds

1/2 tsp red chili powder

1/2 tsp turmeric powder

Salt to taste

Water for kneading

Ghee or oil for cooking

Instructions:

In a large mixing bowl, combine the whole wheat flour, grated radish, grated ginger, chopped green chili, cumin seeds, red chili powder, turmeric powder, and salt.

Gradually add water and knead the mixture to form a smooth and soft dough. The radish will release some moisture, so be careful not to add too much water.

Divide the dough into small balls, about the size of a lemon.

Take one ball of dough and roll it out into a small circle on a floured surface.

Heat a griddle or non-stick pan over medium heat. Place the rolled-out dough onto the hot griddle and cook for a minute or two until small bubbles start to appear on the surface.

Flip the pratha and cook the other side for another minute or two. Brush with ghee or oil, and flip again, pressing down gently with a spatula to ensure even cooking.

Repeat the process with the remaining dough balls, brushing each pratha with ghee or oil before serving.

Serve the Moli Pratha hot with your favorite curry, yogurt, or chutney.

Enjoy your homemade Moli Pratha!

[gloary]

How to use a food processor for the first time?

If you just purchased a food processor, congratulations! You are about to embark on a culinary journey that will change the way you cook. To help you get started, we’ve put together this comprehensive guide on how to use a food processor for the first time. From assembling the machine to mastering its various features, we'll guide you through every step to ensure a seamless experience. Let’s take a closer look!

Part 1: Unboxing and Assembly

Before you start using your food processor, it must be unboxed and properly assembled. Begin by carefully unpacking all components and familiarizing yourself with each part. Most food processors consist of a base, work bowl, lid with feed tube, and various blades and attachments. Attach the work bowl securely to the base unit according to the manufacturer's instructions, making sure it locks into place. Next, place the lid, aligning it with the markings on the bowl, and lock securely. Congratulations! Your food processor is now ready for action.

Part 2: Understanding the controls

In order to operate a food processor effectively, it is crucial to understand the controls and settings. Most models come with a control panel with buttons or switches to control the machine's speed and functions. Familiarize yourself with the different speed settings, usually labeled low, medium, and high. Additionally, some food processors may include a pulse or turbo button for quick bursts of power. Please refer to the user manual to learn the specific function of each control and how to adjust it to your recipe requirements. Taking the time to understand the controls will enhance your overall experience and prevent any mishaps while using the machine.

Part 3: Master the Basic Functions

Now that your food processor is assembled and you understand the controls, let's explore its basic functions. Try some simple tasks first, such as chopping vegetables or fruit. Start by placing your desired ingredients into a work bowl, making sure they are cut into manageable pieces. Install the appropriate blade for cutting or machining, making sure it is securely mounted on the machine's spindle. Close the lid and select the desired speed or pulse setting. Turn on the food processor and watch the ingredients quickly transform into perfectly chopped chunks. Practicing these basic functions will familiarize you with the machine's capabilities and gain confidence in using it.

Part 4: Exploring Advanced Technologies

Once you've mastered the basic features, push the boundaries of your culinary creativity by exploring some advanced techniques. Your food processor can do much more than just chop! Try slicing, grating, mincing and mashing. Every food processor comes with a variety of blades and attachments designed for specific tasks. Follow the manufacturer's instructions to install the blade or disc appropriate for the technique you want to explore. For example, to grate cheese, install the grating disc and adjust the machine to the desired speed setting. Feed the cheese through the feed tube, applying gentle pressure. A food processor can effortlessly reduce cheese cubes into fine shreds. Enjoy discovering the endless possibilities a food processor has to offer.

Part 5: Cleaning and Maintenance

Proper cleaning and maintenance of your food processor is critical to its longevity and performance. After each use, remove all components and wash with warm soapy water. Most parts are dishwasher safe, but it's a good idea to check your owner's manual to ensure proper care. Be extra careful when cleaning sharp blades to avoid accidents. Use a brush or sponge to remove food particles stuck in hard-to-reach areas. After cleaning, dry all components thoroughly before storing. Also, check the machine regularly for any signs of wear or damage. If you notice any problems, contact the manufacturer for guidance or professional repair.

Using a food processor may seem intimidating the first time, but with this step-by-step guide, you'll be a pro in no time.Come and get a JATI multifunctional food processor! Quickly feel the help that tools bring to our lives!

[trspencermd]

Today’s Sunday Funday Mix was inspired by some SWEET House Music that I heard the other day when checking out various DJ’s.  Smiling.  There is something about House Music that just keeps my feet tapping and my body Moving.  I enJOY the heavy Bass, Vocals, and Rhythm that is ever present in EVERY Track.  Please check out Today’s Mix:  “Dreaming of Something Sweet ~ Soulful House Music”!   There is a mini tribute to honor Diana Ross for her birthday this weekend too!  BOOM!  Please EnJOY!  DJ Suspence

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***FREE TO WATCH/LISTEN/SHARE/ENJOY***

Here is the TrackList:

1. Filtered Church (Original Mix)  ~~~  Vjuan Allure2. Looking 4 Something (Original Mix)  ~~~  Lokee3. Sweet Dreams - Club Remix  ~~~  Eurythmics4. Plastic Dreams (Cubed Remix 2020)  ~~~  The Cube Guys5. Dreams (Pete Moss Remix)  ~~~  Colette, Pete Moss6. Say Something (Feat. Christina Aguilera)  ~~~  A Great Big World7. Something Good (Terry Hunter Bang Mix)  ~~~  Estelle, Terry Hunter8. Something (So Good) [Sofa King Good Mix]  ~~~  Alias Rhythm9. Just Be Good To Me (Original Mix)  ~~~  Earth n Days10. Something About Da Muziq  ~~~  David Harness11. Something About You (Steven Stone Remix)  ~~~  The Love Club, Steven Stone12. Something About You (Tsalikee’s Soulfunked Mix)  ~~~  Tsalikee, Kathy Brown13. Something Deeper (Dj Spen Raw Dub Edit)  ~~~  Kerri Chandler, DJ Spen14. Something Going On (Sonny Wharton Remix)  ~~~  Todd Terry, Jocelyn Brown, Martha Wash, Roland Clark, Sonny Wharton15. Something In My Heart (CalVINSOL Remix)  ~~~  Michelle, CalvINSOL16. Something In The Past (Feat. Mr. 6IXXX) [DjPopes Sound Of Baltimore Vocal Mix]  ~~~  DjPope, Dana Weaver17. Something Inside (DJ Spen & Gary Hudgins Remix)  ~~~  Jersey Maestros, Sarah Dash, DJ Spen, Gary Hudgins18. Something More (Quentin Harris Remix)  ~~~  Patti Labelle19. Something Wit Jazz (Manoo Remix)  ~~~  Mr. V, Manoo20. Tell You Something  ~~~  MICWO21. I'm Coming Out  (Remix By Maurice Joshua)  ~~~  Diana Ross22. Upside Down (Almighty Anthem Mix)  ~~~  Diana Ross23. Take Me Higher  ~~~  Diana Ross24. The Boss - Remixed  ~~~  Diana Ross25. It's So Good (Original Mix)  ~~~  Terance James26. In the Midst  ~~~  Eastside Boogii27. Little Black Samba (DJ Oji's 2021 Beatapella)  ~~~  Carolyn Victorian, DJ Oji, DJ Oji Aka Original Man28. Night Fever (Sunset Mix)  ~~~  JFC29. Round Midnight (Sandy Rivera's Classic Mix)  ~~~  Sandy Rivera, Tamara Raven30. Thinking Of You (Extended Club Mix)  ~~~  Cafe 432, Sheree Hicks31. Running (DjPope Funkhut Main Mix)  ~~~  Dee Jay Sound, DjPope32. The Mighty Douglas (Doug's Godbizniss Mix)  ~~~  Doug Willis, Dave Lee33. Express Yourself (Feat. Assurance)  ~~~  DJ Spen34. Easily Triggered (Geology Remix)  ~~~  Kid Enigma, Geology35. I Got Love (Booker T Remix)  ~~~  Lomax (CH), Michael Procter, Booker T36. I Love You (Feat. Aretha Franklin)  ~~~  Oscar P37. Hard to Love (Vocal Mix)  ~~~  Adira Kasey38. (If You Want My Love) Put Something Down On It  ~~~  Marc Evans39. Que Delicia  ~~~  Mijangos40. Chagu (Henrik Schwarz Extended Version)  ~~~  MoBlack, Emmanuel Jal, Henrik Schwarz41. Reach Deep (ThomChris Soulful Remix)  ~~~  Muzzaik, Exacta, ThomChris42. Hey Child (Main Mix)  ~~~  Neil Pierce, Hanlei43. We Flow (Soulful Delivers Mix)  ~~~  Pavel Svetlove, EverLove, Soulful Delivers44. Ramasedi (Ralf GUM Main Mix)  ~~~  Ralf GUM, Soweto Gospel Choir45. Good Life (Blackk Rubb Vocal)  ~~~  Stephanie Cooke, Shino Blackk46. Reclaiming My Beatz  ~~~  Vjuan Allure47. No Plans For Love (Clean)  ~~~  D-Nice feat. Ne-Yo & Kent Jones48. Oweibaba (Original Mix)  ~~~  Dj Spen & Greg Lewis49. Ribbon In The Sky  ~~~  Stevie Wonder50. Givin' Me Sumthin' (Soulful House Mix)  ~~~  Tracy Hamlin, John Khan51. Sumthin' Sumthin'  ~~~  Maxwell52. Everybody Wants Something (Feat. Alex Mills) - Rhemi Remix  ~~~  Akabu53. I Might Do Something Wrong (Feat. N'Dea Davenport)  ~~~  Tortured Soul54. Sittin Up In My Room (Powerhouse Remix Edit)  ~~~  Brandy55. Beautiful View (Antonello Ferrari Main Mix)  ~~~  Antonello Ferrari, Dawn Tallman56. Beautiful People (The Knocks Club Remix)  ~~~  Chris Brown57. Beautiful People (Underground Network Remix)  ~~~  Barbara Tucker58. Beautiful Liar  ~~~  Beyoncé59. Beautiful (DJ Spen Vocal Mix)  ~~~  Mary J. Blige60. Stomp  ~~~  Line Dances61. Stomp  ~~~  Kirk Franklin62. Battle Cry - Remix  ~~~  The Clark Sisters63. God's Got It (DJ Spen & Troy Morton ReWork)  ~~~  DJ Booman, Troy Morton, DJ Spen64. He's Alright  ~~~  Addvibe65. Blessed & Grateful (AFRIK-N-SOUL RETOUCH)  ~~~  DJ Randall Smooth, T.S.O.N., AFRIK-N-SOUL66. Turbo Hustle  (Tom Tom Hamilton Mix)  ~~~  DJ Maestro67. Mama Say Mama Sa (Original Mix)  ~~~  Lokee, Stefane68. They Dont Know (Karizma Remix)  ~~~  Jon B69. You Know How To Love Me (Joey Negro Extended Disco Mix)  ~~~  Phyllis Hyman, Joey Negro70. I Decided (Moto Blanco Edit)  ~~~  Solange71. And I Know It (Vocal Mix)  ~~~  Restless Soul72. Huggin' & a Luvin' (Mike Dunn Luvz Huggin' U ReMixX)  ~~~  Gershon Jackson73. Ain't Nobody Feat. Onita Boone (Mousse T.'s Ain't No Good Man Mix)  ~~~  Seductive Souls, Onita Boone, Mousse T74. Feels Good (Yeah!) (Terry Hunter Soooo Good Club Mix)  ~~~  Kelly G., Terry Hunter75. Good Kisser (Funkystepz Remix)  ~~~  Usher76. Good Vibrations (Dirty Secretz Remix)  ~~~  Soul Divide, Dirty Secretz77. I Put A Spell On You (Honeycomb & Vega Mix)  ~~~  Honeysweet, Vega78. Sweet Love (Autocycle Edit)  ~~~  Anita Baker79. So Sweetly (Feat. Shaun Escoffery)  ~~~  M&S80. Sweet Sensation (Original Mix)  ~~~  BBwhite81. Let Me Tell You - Sweet Sensation (Extended Mix)  ~~~  ANOTR82. Love Sensation (Soulfuledge Remix)  ~~~  Susu Bobien, Soulfuledge83. What A Sensation  ~~~  Masters At Work84. Sweet Sensation (Extended Mix)  ~~~  Stephanie Mills

[shrek-5]

I feel like ive made airfryer chicken parm enough times to idiotproof (the idiot here is me) a resippy for it based on ways ive fucked up in the past so:

key ingredience:

chicken breast

egg

breadcrumb

mozzarella

tomato sauce (marinara ideally)

salt and pepper

1. Preheat ur air fryer but normally im too lazy to do this.

2. put chicken in microwave and press "turbo defrost"

3. Cut in half to get 2 flatter pieces. Its ok if you dont, it'll just taste drier bc less total surface area for sauce

4. beat meat so it cooks more evenly (optional, you can get a meat tenderiser thing for like $2 online, or you can take out your resentment for your father on the chicken using your fists)

5. dip the chicken in egg then a breadcrumb mixture. so get 2 receptacles preferably big enough for the entire chicken piece. I use those oblong ikea lunchboxes with blue lids.

1 egg is normally more than enough for 1 chicken breast. combine the white and yolk. Use the extra egg for a tiny omelette or something, dont store raw egg in fridge not even for 1 day or it will change colour and become gross

Add enough breadcrumbs to cover the bottom of ur container and itll probably be enough. add salt and pepper into the mixture. i usually also add garlic powder and parmesan. i recommend getting a block of parmesan instead of pre-grated/shredded if you can. its about the same cost per unit mass, doesnt have anticaking agents, you choose whether you want to grate or shred some as you go. add as much shit as you feel like or until the mixture smells nice.

Some ppl say dip in flour before egg then breadcrumb but imo the thing is unhealthy enough as it is

6. Put in the air fryer. Highest temp bc im not a pussy. Air fryers and ingredients vary but 6 min for the first side should be good.

7. After 6 min, flip it over. if you think it looks weird, sometimes chicken dipped in egg looks like that, but the safest thing to do is take it out and cut in half to check if its cooked thru. the final thing might not look as sexy but its better than getting salmonella. im saying this because i think i accidentally ate undercooked chicken earlier.

8. use a spoon to spread sauce on top. then add shredded mozzarella (you can put basil or something but im not white so .) continue heating it. the timing doesnt matter as much now because the chicken should be mostly cooked, but check on it if you dont want the cheese to be burnt.

edit: i read a recipe that says after 6 min, flip over, heat on that side for 3 min, then add sauce and cheese, then another 3 min. i think this sounds better

9.

[make-it-mavis]

All Work and No Play

Wreck-it Ralph fic (main timeline, post-Roadblasters, pre-Sugar Rush) Comedy/Romance 6370 words Characters: Make-it Mavis, Turbo Content warnings: dirty humor, brief sensuality, themes of burnout/depression

Premise: Unable to sleep, Mavis stays up practicing drawing objects. Turbo joins her and convinces her to draw something more fun. While they both have a good time, Turbo has a few things left to say on the matter, and, as usual, Mavis is reluctant to listen.

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Mavis never considered herself afraid of the dark, per se. 

She had long ago set up curtains around her camp in Fix-it Felix Jr., trying to capture and contain the glow of her stolen lights and hide the vast, dark forest from her mind. On the nights she spent in Turbo's trailer, she was grateful for what little sunlight that managed to intrude through the tiny slits of space between the blackout shutters, just enough to highlight the shapes of furniture and belongings. But it was not the dark she truly feared -- it was the space. It was even just the illusion of space. Wide, open darkness with no visible end just needled toxic flashbacks into her brain, memories of the time she spent trapped in her game's code space. Smaller, enclosed spaces were protection from the fear that she would float away in her sleep, never to find her way back, never to be seen again.

Unfortunately, that security was sometimes hard to firmly hold onto during nights in the abandoned wall socket that was Turbo's hideout. The chamber was not unreasonably large, and there was some minuscule illumination from the hole in the socket, but it was not enough to clearly touch all the walls or the far corners.

It was not worthy of a panic attack, but sometimes, it was enough to keep her awake, even just out of the knowledge that she would have a nightmare if she fell asleep.

So, on a night in late spring, Make-it Mavis sat awake, alone in the direct, dim light from the arcade outside. With her sketchbook in hand, and her sleeping attire just a tank top and panties, she figured the mental stimulation and the somewhat chilly air on her bare skin would be enough to keep her from drifting off.

Too tired for extensive creativity, she merely drew miscellaneous objects and weapons, the usual effort to keep in practice so she could accurately produce said items with her brush. If she could not draw it, she could not paint it.

A few pages in, beginning to run out of ideas, she glanced around the room in thought, and had a mini heart attack at the sight of two distant yellow eyes peering through the darkness. In one way or another, Turbo had woken up in the corner where they slept.

"Mav?" she heard him say groggily.

"Hey," she replied. "Did I wake you up?"

"Uh," the glow disappeared for a moment as his eyes closed, "I dunno. Maybe? It's fine."

"'Kay," she said softly, looking down at her blank page again.

After a moment, he asked, "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah," she nodded. "I'm fine. Just can't sleep, so I figure I might as well do something."

From the corner, she heard rustling, grunting, and stumbling footsteps. Turbo approached, a blanket around his shoulders, and two pillows under his arm. His hair was a mess, part of it flattened against the side of his head, part of it trying to fly away to freedom. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Just drawing," she shrugged. 

A pillow hit her in the face, thrown by Turbo. After a grumbled thanks, she put it behind her back. Turbo then plopped himself down next to her. Sizing her up, he said, "Ain't ya cold?"

"Don't fuss," she mumbled, drawing a small spiral. "I'm fine."

He threw half of the blanket over her shoulders anyway, scooting right up against her body. Fresh out of bed, he was even warmer than usual. It was more inviting than she cared for at the moment.

"Whatcha drawin'?"

"So full of questions," she observed, glancing at him with a quirked brow.

"I woke up into immediate, crippling boredom, Mav," he exhaled. "Forgive me. Indulge me."

She scoffed. "Okay. But I ain't drawin' anything interesting."

"Why not?"

"'Cause my brain is half asleep, and I need to practice drawing new stuff."

"Huh," he breathed, perplexed. "So, even now, you're working."

Mavis' brow furrowed, and she drew more swirls. "Yeah, so what? I'm just gettin' better at bein' productive. I gotta be if we're ever gonna get you outta here."

Turbo was quiet for a moment.

"Draw something fun," he insisted.

She laid her pencil flat against the page and sighed tiredly. "Like what, T?"

"You really got no ideas?"

"Like I said, I'm real tired."

"Well, a'ight, how about this," he presented his idea to her on his open palm. "I give a prompt, and you draw the first thing that comes into your head."

She rubbed her brow. "Why?"

"'Cause you're bein' boring."

With an irritated glance, she said, "I'm not boring."

"I know."

Partially fueled by spite, and partially genuine interest, she agreed to the game. "Okay, fine," she shrugged. "What's your first prompt? First thing that pops into your head."

"Rumble," he said immediately.

"Wow. That was fast."

"Y'said 'first thing.'"

"Well, alright," she stared at the page, preparing to carve something out of it. "Rumble."

Latching onto her first bizarre idea, she set to work, her pencil moving fast and loud, barely taking time to erase. Mashing together her knowledge of animals and machines, she drew the lovechild of a tiger and a motorcycle. It was essentially a tiger with a bike for a body. As she was paying particular attention to its snarling mouth, Turbo snickered.

"What the hell is that?" 

"Tigerbike, obviously," she said, unable to keep from smiling. "A rumbling motorcycle and a rumbling tiger… Y'know, growlin' and junk."

"That really was the first thing y'thought of, huh?"

"Of course. Does this look, in any way, planned?"

"No, no it does not," he said, leaning in to point out one fatal flaw. "If you'd planned it, you'd have realized exhaust smoke should be shooting from its ass."

That made her snort. "Devs above, how did I miss that?"

"You're off your game, Make-it," he chuckled as she drew crude black clouds trailing out of its rear end.

"Cut, print, done--"

"Wait, wait, wait," he delicately lifted a hand in protest, and took up the pencil. On the tigerbike's back, he drew a tiny stick figure wearing a helmet, sporting a grin and a triumphant thumbs up.

"That's me," he pointed, grinning.

Mavis burst into wheezing laughter. "What? The hell?"

"Well, obviously I'm the only sprite alive who could tame Tigerbike, Mav!" he said in mock outrage.

"Why are you so tiny?!"

"I'd like to think Tigerbike is inconceivably huge," he grinned.

Mavis cackled, "That's perfect. I'm gonna frame this."

"Wanna do another?"

"Y'know what? Hell yeah," she flipped to the next page, pencil at the ready. "Hit me with another."

"A'ight," he smacked his tongue. "Meteor shower."

Her brows raised. "Ooh. How pretty."

"Show me what ya got, kiddo," he shrugged with a smile.

Mavis pondered for about two seconds before an idea hit her. It was so stupid that she snickered out loud, but she shook her head and went with it.

"That's a good sign," Turbo observed, a smile in his voice.

"You're gonna love this," she muttered, her wrist working wildly. This one took way less time, a far cartoonier style than Tigerbike. Mavis and Turbo both chuckled as the idea came to life on paper, until she finally leaned back and showed Turbo the full masterpiece.

It was, quite literally, a meteor shower. Three meteorites stood in a group shower, lathering themselves up with their tiny stick arms.

It took Turbo a second, but then he groaned in the way reserved for any of her horrible puns. With a whimpering, perplexed laugh, he mumbled, "Seriously, Mav? Are you really presenting this to me?"

"No, no, look. You don't get it," she insisted with a grin, pointing at vital details with her pencil. "See, this guy in the middle is totally eyeing up the guy on the left. I mean, like, shameless ogling."

Turbo rubbed his face, half-laughing, half-whining. "No," he pleaded softly.

"Listen," she tapped the paper harder, her voice breaking with laughter. "And, like, the guy on the left is actually super into it, but he's actin' all oblivious n' blushy because the guy on the right is there, and he's-- I mean, he's just some regular guy."

"Mav--"

"AND, and, guy on the left isn't into PDA or anythin' 'cause he's just a boring freakin' space rock--"

Turbo cackled.

"And he doesn't wanna make the guy on the right like, an unwilling third party or some crap like that, but after they're all done n' the guy on the right's gone home, you know the other two are gettin' it on in the locker room."

Turbo put out his hand. "Mav, do me a favor. Please illustrate for me just how two spherical rocks get busy."

She sputtered. "Well, let's see, I mean, it'd be hard--"

"Ha."

"There'd be a lot of rolling, and-- hah, hard-- and just, like, tryna smash together like big ol' pool balls--" she drew a short series of pairs of rocks clacking off each other, trying in vain to hold onto the other with their tiny stick arms, getting stuck on their bellies. Turbo wheezed through the whole thing.

"Wait, okay, wait," he interjected, "what if they sorta worked like flint, and they threw off sparks when they really got goin'?"

"Oh, my Devs," she gasped. "What if everyone shot fire outta their junk when they came?"

"WHAT?"

"I mean! Y'better keep a fire extinguisher around and be really good at pullin' out or you'll get yourself some serious property damage and cook your partner from the inside literally every time you smash! There'd be like, safe sex ads in every port, and Surge would be handin' out free fire extinguishers left n' right!"

"Mavis what the hell?!" he wheezed, his eyes glistening from laughter. "Though, I gotta say, as far as horrible deaths go, death from screwin' don't sound like the worst."

"At least you got laid, is what you're sayin'?"

"Yeah. At least the last thing y'knew was the sweet throes of orgasm."

"So you're tellin' me," she poked him, "gettin' burned alive from the inside would be worth it just to get laid?"

"Wh-- I wouldn't go into it with the intent of gettin' fried to death, Mavis! I'm just sayin', theoretically if that unfortunate accident did occur…" he paused. "And, I mean, honestly, if the lay was, honest to the Devs, really to die for--"

"Turbo," she interrupted, her stomach beginning to ache from laughter. "Gimme another prompt, already!"

"Okay, okay, cool your jets!" He licked his lips. "Uh… sunshine."

"Huh. Gettin' sappy on me, here?"

"Just playin' the game, Mav."

Sunshine. She let that word sink in. She loved sunshine. The light, the warmth, the way it brought out the color of everything it touched. She knew Turbo liked it, too. It had to have reminded him of home… It occurred to her then, just how much he must have missed it. 

An image suddenly came to mind. But she cheated just a bit and twisted it into something more manageable. They were having fun. She did not want to suddenly drag big ol' emotions into it.

Taking a bit more time with this one, she drew a lovely, grassy hill, speckled with flowers. She then drew herself rolling down that hill… very unceremoniously, as if by accident. She was a bouncing, tangled ball of limbs, throwing up dirt, grass, and flowers beneath her. And close behind, she drew Turbo falling the exact same way. 

Watching over her shoulder, Turbo's chuckles had taken on a confused air. "Oookay," he muttered. "What am I lookin' at here, babe?"

"I'unno," she shrugged. "We're having a race. In the sunshine."

"And you're winning? Sounds fake."

"Okay, jackass. What if I told you there were jagged rocks at the bottom of the hill?" She drew crude spikes at the bottom. "Would you still wanna win?"

"Absolutely."

"Wow."

"So what's the real reward for winning, other than broken bones and bragging rights? It's always more fun with a reward."

She considered that. "Uh… I don't know, maybe the loser has to pick the winner a bouquet of flowers. I sure drew enough of 'em."

He paused. "A bouquet of flowers."

"Yeah, I mean…" she shrugged, suddenly wanting to backpedal. "Sprites get flowers for winning sometimes, right? Like, a medal and a big blooming bouquet, or whatever."

"Uh huh… so where's this medal?"

Mavis shoved him just a bit. "Gee, I'unno, T, why don't ya go pick one off the medal tree, ya greedy bastard. Y'said 'sunshine.' Sunshine makes flowers."

"It was a joke," he scoffed. Ruffling her hair, he said, "It's cute ya wanna pick me flowers."

Playfully swatting his hand away, she protested, "Maybe y'didn't hear me right -- I said that pickin' you flowers would be a punishment for losing."

"Sure," he leaned his head a bit closer, "but of course, y'must have known you were gonna lose anyway, ergo…"

Mavis looked at him, silently bearing that strange emotion that she felt only for him, wherein she could be irritated, but still know that Turbo being annoying usually meant he was in a good mood. And it was good to see him in a good mood, with how many reasons he had not to be. After so many nights of seeing him deep in program withdrawal, and literally sharing the pain as his glitching bled into her, but holding him close anyways… She could tolerate annoying teasing if it meant he was happy.

It took her a moment to realize that he had gone silent, too. He was still smiling, leaning his head back against the wall, but looked calmer, more thoughtful. There was something peculiar about the way he looked at her, and it made her antsy. 

"What?" she asked softly.

He blinked slowly, and his smile pulled into his cheek a bit. Tweaking her nose, he said, "Nothin'."

Suspicious, but not wanting to question him on it, Mavis cleared her throat and tried to move things along. She turned to a new page in her sketchbook. "Well, what do you think? Got another prompt for me?"

This time, he was quiet. She almost wondered if he did not want to play anymore, but with a glance at him, she determined that he was thinking about it more than he was supposed to. He was gazing straight ahead, right through the socket, into the arcade. His lips were pressed into a hard line, and he was lightly tapping his thumbs together. He seemed reluctant… almost anxious.

"Hey," Mavis said. "You're not supposed to think about it."

"Yeah, yeah." He did not look at her. "I got one for ya. Fun."

She was not expecting that answer. It felt so broad, compared to the other ones. "...Fun, huh?"

"Yeah," he said, rolling his head back and peering down his cheek at her. "Draw what that makes you think of."

She squinted. There was some kind of ulterior motive there that had her suspicious. Still, she shrugged. "Okeydokey, weirdo."

Fun, fun, fun. Images and colors fought for the forefront of her brain, but she could not hear one single, solid idea through the overlapping noises in her head. It did not take long for her to decide that she had been thinking too hard. She was making it way harder than it had to be. Willing to just get it over with, she put pencil to paper, closed her eyes, and let her hand follow the flow of her thoughts.

As she listened to the graphite scratching, she realized that she had been having so much trouble because ‘fun' was manifesting in her head as feelings and not one specific concept. It felt like… a thrill, a rush, a genuine high. It was triumphant victory and motivating failure. It was acrobatics, dizzying aerial maneuvers, falling, flying. Wild, messy rainbows. Loud music and explosions she could feel in her chest. Fireworks. Theatrics. Clever pranks. Stupid pranks. Petty crime. Booze, bad decisions, rough sex, risky business. It was what she lived for. It was in her code just as much as her paintbrush.

She really believed it was the core of her very being.

A minute passed before she opened her eyes and observed her work. It was just about as cluttered, ugly, and near-incomprehensible as she expected. Hard lines criss-crossed with no rhyme or reason. Shapes and figures overlapped until they were nearly unrecognizable, but she could make out a few. There was a guitar, a trumpet, a drum, and music notes. There were glass bottles, many broken. There were bits of confetti and paint splatter that would have been rainbow. Somewhere, there was a suspiciously phallic shape. But more than anything, there were clouds, feathers, and wings.

It was hideous. She liked it.

Turbo’s weight pushed against her a bit as he leaned in to see. “All done?”

“Yep. Whatcha think?"

He was quiet for a moment before making a comment. “Don't see much of that stuff in here, huh.”

She looked at him with slight concern. He just looked thoughtful. She frowned, wondering if confinement was particularly making him depressed that night. There truly were very few ways to have fun the way they used to, being locked up in a box. A pang of sympathy tapped in her chest, and she subconsciously rubbed his leg a bit, comfortingly.

Turbo just looked at her hand with apparent confusion, and then at her with a serious brow. "Uh, no," he said flatly. "I wanna know when you last did any of those things."

She blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"Y'heard me."

After an automatic moment's thought, she realized an upsetting thing. She really could not remember off the top of her head. But there was something about Turbo's tone that felt accusatory, and her guard went up.

"When am I ever not doing these things?"

"Really?" His expression fell flat. "When was the last time you pulled a prank? Or flew around, just for the fun of it? You sure don't fly in here."

"I can't fly in here," she protested. "There's no room."

"Exactly!"

She huffed. "If you have something to say, T, will you just say it?"

He bit back words for a moment, his brow furrowing as he reconsidered, before he sighed and smacked his tongue. "Mav, you've been workin' way too hard."

She withdrew a bit. "Seriously? You're mad at me for working to get you out of here?"

Turbo sighed, briefly rubbing his face. "I ain't mad, I'm… Look, you're workin' too much. It ain't like you."

She scoffed. "I ain't a hard worker?"

He burst into a chuckle. "Are y'serious?"

Face getting hot, she bristled. "Be fair, T. I work real hard when I actually care about something."

He went quiet, and his gaze fell a bit. She could not help but look away, too. It was hard to talk about just how badly she wanted him out, how hard it was to see him in a cage, sick and suffering. And in her day to day life… she was lonely. She missed her other half. There seemed little she would not have done to have him back.

The hard work and sleepless nights, it was almost all for his sake. But it was really for hers, too.

Turbo spoke again, a very real exasperation in his voice. "Look, ya gotta know at least that if y'don't pace yourself, your engine's gonna burn out, n' then you won't be able to work at all. Does that sound good to you?"

"I'm not burning out," she mumbled. "I'm fine. I get enough of a break when I come hang out in here. I mean-- when we're not still working."

He waited again, and she could feel him looking at her. "Mav… take a break."

"I've been takin' too many breaks."

"Obviously, you're not. Take a longer break."

Idly, she drew small bubbles on her already cluttered drawing. "So… what, like a weekend?"

"Try a whole week."

"A week?" Her gaze snapped to him in disbelief. "I-- I-- No, I can't take a week off. That new motorcycle game just got plugged in and I haven't even been inside yet. I feel like we're so close to figuring something out--"

"Can I draw something?"

"...What?"

"Gimme your sketchbook," he beckoned at it. 

"Uh, sure, knock yourself out," she said, tossing the book and pencil in his lap. Turbo sure was acting weird that night. She was beginning to just accept it.

As he began to draw, she put her face in her hands and pushed curled fingers through her hair. In a sighing, apologetic voice, she said, "Look, T, it's not like I don't appreciate your, uh… concern. Well-- Not like it ain’t also real annoying, but... It's just that-- I'm-- I don't even think I could relax if I took a week off. I'd just be stressing about all I could be gettin' done, and thinkin' about all the days I was settin' us back…"

Turbo did not reply, or even look at her. His focus remained on the paper against his bent knees. Ever since he ended up in the socket, he had been drawing more and more. She would find his artwork littering the floor almost as much as his notes. It was endearing to see. 

Suddenly feeling as sad as she was tired, she scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder, watching him work. It was always sort of hypnotic. Turbo had such a unique drawing style, evolved from years of blueprints and mechanic work -- he seemed to think almost entirely in perfectly clean lines and sharp angles. His work was abstract and boxy, rarely illustrating any clear figure, but beautiful in its own right. More often than not, it looked so pristine, one might have thought a machine printed it. And indeed, as she watched, his arm moved so mechanically, as if his skeleton were made of metal. She would not have been surprised if it was.

Letting her eyes follow the motion of his hand made her eyelids heavy. As curious as she was about his drawing, she just could not keep her eyes open.

Mumbling softly, she said, "I can't sit back and do nothing. Not while there's anything I could do. So, just… let me do this. I'll be fine. I know how to--"

The rough scrape of paper against her legs perked her up as Turbo shoved the sketchbook back into her lap and the pencil clattered to the floor. When she opened her eyes, squinting through the sleepy fog, she saw what she expected -- a geometrical contour drawing. However, as her eyes adjusted and she began to decipher the abstract figures, she saw something entirely unexpected.

Flowers.

Confusion was her first response. Why flowers? Turbo was hardly a flowery guy, much less one to give flowers.

Then she remembered their prior conversation. The prize flowers. The ones the loser had to pick.

She looked at him, lips parted, brows squinting, in some attempt to understand. He was not looking at her, but rather, glancing around at nothing in particular, tapping his leg.

"I don't--..." she muttered. "Why?"

He grunted, and then barely opened his mouth to grumble, "...Not that many options for flowers in here."

"Well-- well yeah, but…" she looked at the page. "What did I win?"

He shrugged and shook his head. "I'unno, pick something. You're definitely the best at what you're doing. No one else could help me the way you are. And you've gotten so much done. Like, a crazy amount. So, you won. You've earned a break."

Mavis was so thrown for a loop, she almost felt dizzy. The sweet gesture, the sweet words… they were not a common occurrence for him. Granted, they had been growing in frequency ever since the two were reunited, but still…

"I…" she fumbled. "I wasn't competing. I just wanna win you a way outta here."

Turbo rubbed his face. "I cant believe how much convincing it's taking to get you to go goof off."

"...Things are a bit different now."

"I know."

"You want me to go out there and play around the way I used to? The way we used to, together?" Her words proceeded slowly, quietly, and unsteadily, as if they were fragile. A sort of grief weighed down on her heart. "It just… doesn't… feel the same anymore. Even if I tried, I'd just… be thinkin' of you."

He sighed deeply. 

She added sadly, shoulders sinking, "Nothin's been the same since I… thought you were gone."

"But I'm here now," he mumbled. "I'm back."

"I know, but… I need you… back. In my life. Again. For real."

Turbo fell silent, but as Mavis studied the crisp lines of the drawing in her lap and idly scratched her foot, she could practically hear words sitting just behind his lips. He was taking his time with them, and she gave him space to do so, mostly because she was almost afraid of what he would say next. What she was about to feel.

Finally, he spoke in a slow, soft voice, “Mav…”

Reluctantly, she looked at him. He had an elbow propped up on his knee, his hand buried in his hair as he leaned his forehead against his palm. His eyes gazed straight ahead into the dim light from the arcade that washed a blue tone over his skin, making the gold glow of his heavy-lidded eyes burn bright in contrast.

She swallowed. “T…?”

He took in a breath through his lips, sat with it, closed his eyes, and let words flow on the exhale. “You remember what I said… that night… about never wantin’ to make you… miserable?”

Mavis’ heart grew tight and heavy at the memory. That night. The last time they spoke before he…

“Yes,” she breathed, not taking her eyes off him.

“And how I said… I’d actually try to keep that from happening?”

“...Yeah.”

He shrugged, flexing his fingers in his hair. “This is… me doin’ that. I’m just tryin’ to keep my word, Mav.”

“Turbo,” she said, gently but firmly squeezing his shoulder, “you’re not making me miserable.”

He looked her plain in the eye. “Tonight’s the first I’ve heard ya laugh in four days.”

She froze. That fact stunned her. That could not have been true, but she had obviously not been keeping track. Had Turbo been keeping track?

In response to her silence, he nodded a bit. “Yeah… Yeah. Doesn’t sound like Make-it Mavis, does it?”

Mavis did not know what to say. Slowly, her gaze fell. Her emotions were too crowded to move in any one direction, but she felt shame begin to simmer in the pit of her stomach. Somehow, she felt that she had done something wrong -- and not in a fun way. She had been trying so hard to help him… but did she just let him down? Did she let herself down?

Turbo took notice of her conflict. He twisted a bit to place his hand on the side of her neck and coax her jaw to tilt up again. “Hey, Mav,” he almost whispered, “don’t be like that. You’ve done good. Really good. It’s… kinda insane actually. It’s very obvious how dedicated you are to-- to helpin’ me, but… workin’ to the point of this, is just… It ain’t you, Mav. It just ain’t you. And I…”

His words caught, and Mavis could see his face clearly wrestling the words. With a bit of a bonk, he rested his forehead against hers and squeezed his eyes shut. 

“I need you in my life, too… for real.”

It seemed to Mavis that all the heat in her body rushed to her face. Her chest quivered, scrambling for any words to push out, and coming up empty.

Turbo continued anyway, “So, y’know, if you really wanna help me… take… care of yourself, and… stay yourself. Okay?”

Hard memories crashed into the back of her head, memories from the darkest time of her life. She heard echoes of a promise she had made to his memory, a promise that was, in all sincerity, one she made to herself.

She caved.

“Okay,” she nodded slightly.

As he opened his eyes, their glow nearly strained her own. Slowly, his cheeks lifted in a smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she sighed hoarsely through her own rueful grin. “You’re right. I need a break. And I’ll take it.”

A truly exhausted sigh of relief washed over her face as he leaned back to give them both some breathing room. “Thank the Devs, finally,” he laughed airily. “Y’stubborn lil’ mule, ya won’t even listen to me when I tell ya to do stuff you wanna do!”

She laughed too, “I’m doin’ it now, jackass!”

“Yeah, just as I started to wonder how much rope I had left ‘til I’d reach the end!”

“Look, I know I’m too good at what I do, so I’ll try my best to get just a little worse,” she smiled, leaning out of his touch. “I’ll play hooky for a week, for starters. And I’ll do…”

“Whatever the hell you want?” he guessed, glancing down his grinning cheek at her.

“I’ll do my damn best, anyway. I would love to at least get some pranks in… I think the sprites out there have had it too easy since I, uh, mysteriously stopped.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, giving a long nod. “That there’s a problem, too. Gotta keep up appearances, Mav. Sprites will know something’s up if you’re suddenly so well behaved that they can leave pies coolin’ on sills.”

“Or balcony doors open.”

“Ah,” he chuckled. “You have not said anythin’ about Gene for ages. When’s the last time ya pranked that guy?”

Unable to remember, she said, “Well, I think I can get him pretty good this weekend. He’s hostin’ someone’s stupid birthday-- I think it’s, uh, Norwood’s, the guy with the cats--”

“PussyMagnet69?”

Mavis’ throat nearly ripped from the size of her surprise cackling.

Turbo joined in, insisting, “That was his name, Mav! How could ya forget?!”

Through tears, she wheezed, “Okay, okay-- But seriously-- I think if I can get in the penthouse early enough-- and I can-- I can switch all his clear alcohol with vinegar--”

Turbo was already keeling into his lap.

She continued, nearly shouting over his laughter, “Then I can make it a party no one will ever forget, and I can make off with a whole buttload of booze!”

Snorting, Turbo threw himself upright again, his hair flying haphazardly. “No, no, you gotta stay at least long enough to see the looks on their faces--” “Well, obviously--”

“And then remember ‘em really well and draw ‘em all out so I can see ‘em too! Damn, why do I gotta miss that?”

“Hey,” she laughed lowly, pushing his shoulder. “I’ll bring ya the drawings, and I’ll bring ya the booze, and then we can get flat out wasted n’ go as wild as this box can-- Well, uh--”

She had forgotten to ask something. Turbo looked at her quizzically.

“I mean, uh,” she said quietly, still managing to hold a smile, “you’ll let me in, right? Am I-- Am I allowed to come back here… on vacation?”

Turbo almost looked stricken, and after a moment’s thought that betrayed a bit of anxiety in his eyes, he said, “Well… obviously. Don’t feel like you gotta or anythin’, though. I’m a grown-ass man, I don’t need a babysitter. But, y’know, if you really wanna come over, you can.”

Mavis’ shoulders dropped and half a scoff slipped out of her. “Of course I wanna hang out with you. Y’kiddin’ me, T?”

For a second, he gave her an uncharacteristically warm half-smile. He chuffed a bit. “Arright,” he said, twisting to open his arms to her and gesture inward. “C’mere. Bring it in.”

Forcing an eye-roll that was ruined by her smiling face, she scooted right up and wrapped her arms around his torso, and he hugged back tightly. The closeness felt so well-needed, as if she were touch-starved without realizing. Surely, they had still been touching over the last little while… but this was the first time she felt present for it in days. She hummed appreciatively, resting her chin over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he sighed, smugness creeping into his voice as he rubbed her back, “should’a known I couldn’t shake ya. After all, I am your lifelong obsession, ain’t I?”

She groaned. “Turbo…”

“It’s kinda creepy, there, Cherry Bomb. Takin’ advantage of the fact that I don’t got a game to get ya banned from.”

“Like I could even get through the barricade here without your help,” she considered. “Or without dynamite, but, y’know. I’d hate to have to build it again.”

Turbo just chuckled. He buried his face against the side of her neck and let out a deep, hot sigh through his nose that sent a tiny wave of goosebumps over her skin. She held him tight, soaking in the exceptional heat from his skin. At times such as this, memories would flood in from the time she believed she had lost him, and her chest would glow with incredulous, almost painful gratitude to have him back.

Mavis chewed her lip for a moment, possessed by the emotion growing in her body. She tucked her head in, the bridge of her nose pressed against his collarbone. Sweetly, sadly, she mumbled, “Y’know I miss you, T. I miss havin’ a friend out there.”

His hand thumped softly against her shoulder blade. “...Yeah. I know, Mav,” he muttered. He then turned his head until his face was in her hair, his mouth angled just behind her ear. She could feel his lips move as he said, “I’m pretty lucky to have a friend in here.”

Heart aching, Mavis pulled back to look him in the face. He just looked thoughtful, meeting her gaze with a bit of a squint. “Seems like whatever luck I’ve had since this mess started has had somethin’ to do with you. How’d that happen? Once upon a time, you were the biggest pain-in-the-ass problem child in my life.”

A small laugh blew from her throat, half warm, half naughty. “Things are different now… and you forget I’m a good-luck-charm Easter Egg.”

Turbo chuckled, and his eyes dropped to her mouth as a hand snaked behind her head. “Whatever you say.”

She drew closer, her eyes closing with an airy, snarky chuckle. “But I’m still a pain in the ass.”

“Don’t I know it,” he breathed, before his lips made contact with hers. 

She kissed back gladly, folding her knees and bringing them up close as she let the comforting warmth in her face and chest slowly spread throughout her body. The kiss did not break, only deepened, and after his hands tugged under the crook of her legs, she found herself grabbing his shoulders and gracefully moving to straddle his lap. All she wanted was to be closer, to hold him as flush against her body as she could, and it was a sentiment he clearly returned. His rough hands roamed over her slender curves, clenching fistfuls of her shirt and letting his fingers skirt beneath the fabric. As her head and body began to buzz with all-too-neglected excitement, she broke away from his mouth to kiss a trail down to his neck and happily nip at the salty skin there.

For a few moments, Turbo merely squeezed her hip bones in appreciation and uttered naught but a few shivery sighs, but Mavis soon noticed that he was a bit too still and quiet. No sooner had she noticed than Turbo leaned his head into hers a bit, ducking his face down.

“I will get out of here,” he whispered insistently. “I swear I will.”

Mavis paused before pulling back to look at him. He did not look sad, no -- he just looked determined. There was a fire in his eyes that made him look unstoppable, like nothing could possibly hold him back from taking his place in the world again. She believed it fully.

“I know you will,” she muttered back. “And I’ll be there.”

He scoffed a bit. “And then? Then I’ll get ya some real flowers. Call those ones over there a placeholder.”

Mavis twisted a bit to look at the sketchbook she had tossed to the floor, the graphite lines softly illuminated from the light shining through the socket.

“Hm,” she hummed. “Don’t bother. These ones are better.”

When he laughed briefly, she looked back at him to see a lopsided grin that flashed his pointed teeth. “Okay, princess, how about this? Whatever kingdom I end up ruling--”

“Ruling, huh?”

He ignored her and continued, “I’ll program a room just for you, and then I’ll draw flowers on the walls like a gap-toothed madman, and I’ll make ‘em so Dev-damned bright and colorful and horrendously ugly that no one could spend more than five minutes in there without gettin’ a migraine.”

Mavis laughed, clapping his shoulder a bit. “See, now that sounds perfect. Seriously. Please do that. That’s so much better than flowers.”

Turbo’s eyes narrowed as his grin grew. “Consider it done.”

“Now,” she wrapped her arms behind his neck, leaning her forehead against his. “Will ya please go back to bein’ a jerk for a while? All this sweetness and thoughtfulness, it--” she dropped into her roughest, most unflattering Turbo impression, complete with bad accent, “‘it ain’t like you.’”

Turbo’s brows shot upward, and he sputtered through a wild grin. “Ooh, okay, smart-mouth,” he said, cracking his neck and knuckles. “Ya wanna get reacquainted? Let’s get reacquainted.”

With that, he seized her by the ribs and roughly yanked her in, lunging for her neck like a snake. As his teeth sank in, Mavis’ short yelp of pain and surprise turned into thrilled, dirty, self-satisfied laughter. The mushy stuff was finally over. It was time to have fun again.

Mavis was still unsure of how effective her little vacation would be, but as far as she was concerned, she was off to a pretty good start.

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Burn’s journal 

9/26/19 Thursday

I swear, if I didn’t improve on my cooking skill we’d be ordering take out every night. I don’t mind though, I rather enjoy cooking for everyone. 

The gangs all back together again :) almost anyway.

On a side note...A big side note. I hope Crash and Turbo can talk things out. They need each other in the weirdest way. 

Oh and the business is doing great. 

Crash’s journal

Thursday Sep. 25th 2019

I still want to punch a bitch. I still want to cry and have a fucking mental breakdown. 

Why is love so complicated?

Nitrous has been in dad mode and it’s annoying. But, I’m also grateful. 

Burn and Axl have been giving rather great advice but I’m not listening. I need to listen and apply it. I know that. I’ve been very stubborn and lazy as well. 

I’m still not sure...what I want to do about him? forget him? love him? 

I’m tired of being on and off. I want to stay on with someone. 

Positive note: Our cafe/bar/lounge place is a hit lately. 

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DBH - Law of the Junkyard

Accompanying my other OC centric drabble, have another outsider perspective of an old and very jaded PL600!

Living in the Junkyard can truly bring out the worst in an android, but having lost everything once already, makes it very hard for Dimitri to let go of his new life as a monster...

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    There used to be a life before the one he now lived in the Junkyard. It was a life full of light and colors, puppy dog kisses and children's laughter.

He'd served a family, a very kind family, that he'd been gifted to by someone who thought his masters might need a helping hand.

They were a young couple, the Johnsons, and they'd just had their third child.

The mother and father worked two jobs, and they were starting to not have enough time to pick up the children from daycare, nor did they have anyone that could look after them in their absence, so an android was an ideal gift for them.

They sure had seemed like they'd been grateful for Dimitri's help around the house.

    For two long years, Dimitri had done everything in his power to make his family happy. Every day he'd cook their meals, wash the dishes, scrub the floors, feed and walk the dog, organized the children's play area, clean every room top to bottom, buy the groceries, drop off and pick up the kids from daycare, tend to the baby, get the mail...It was quite the chore list, but he'd been more than happy to do it.

His favorite part was always playing with the children and the dog.

The 4 year old twins, Sally and Calvin, were energetic but always a delight.

The baby, Molly, was sometimes a little fussy but overall she was very quiet and rarely cried.

And then the dog, a chocolate brown labrador named Turbo, was a very playful and lovable thing. Dimitri loved to take them to the dog park the most.

Turbo loved to play with his dog friends, and the children loved to play fetch with all the friendly pups. He always kept a close eye on them, because he was a very good caretaker, and often marveled at how indifferent the animals behaved to their android counterparts.

Android dogs, he found, were just as playful as the real deal. The owners seemed to think so as well.

    For two long years, he'd had a routine to live by. For two long years he'd lived with his family and made their lives easier. For two long years, he'd loved hard enough to break the red barrier.

And then on the start of the third, he'd lost it all.

The twins had just turned 6, and Molly had turned 2, when it happened.

They'd been playing outside when Sally had thrown Turbo's ball too hard. It had hit the ground and bounced back into the road.

Dimitri had seen the car and reacted quickly just as the dog had bound over to catch the bright red rubber ball.

Mr. And Mrs. Johnson heard the children scream, their dog yelp, the deafening screech of metal as the car collided and dragged their android across the road.

Dimitri was left to lay, scraped up and bleeding on the ground, while Sally and Calvin continued to scream and Turbo ran into his doghouse to hide away.

His body was intact but something, a lot of somethings, was broken inside his banged up body.

Dimitri's diagnostic system blinded him as it notified him of all the internal damage.

His central processor was dented, his gyroscope had been disaligned, his thirium filter was irreversably broken, everything hurt.

Saline solution dripped down his face, mixing with blue blood as he gasped and cried in agony, while his owners stared down at the pitiful sight.

 “We can't afford to repair it…” Mr. Johnson sighed.

 “It's still in the warranty...Do you think the Greektown store would replace it? Our car's dashcam probably caught the plate number.” Mrs. Johnson suggested.

 “Might be worth a try...If we make our case sound more serious, they might even give us an upgrade.

Dimitri had gasped for air and stared up at them, in complete and utter pain and despair, as they discussed his fate.

He'd saved Turbo, saved the children from witnessing their dog suffering a brutal death, and the two adults didn't even bat an eyelash when he'd ended up mangled and in agony.

Heartbreak felt much worse than getting run over by a car and dragged through asphalt.

    The Android Junkyard was a hellscape. The innevitable final destination for all androids. Those who weren't dead or dying were forced to crawl and scavenge. Most eventually gave up and lay in wait of death. Others held on and prayed for the day they'd see the light of day once more.

Ones like Dimitri, gave in to the ruthless nature of the junkyard instead.

It was kill or be killed. He'd fought tooth and nail to repair what was broken deep inside him, all but the broken filter. Compatibility was limited these days. PL600s that ended up here were usually ripped apart by the other beasts and savages before he could get his share.

They always broke the blasted thirium filters with their careless attempts to rip their prey to pieces.

Luckily Dimitri had adapted to his issue.

Those he killed, he drank from. Savoured their clean filtered blood right out of their busted open veins. They screamed, they fought, but his past scavenging had its perks.

He was fully functional and stronger than the unfortunate fools who ended up here.

His superior ambush tactics and savagery took them by surprise, which often helped give him an upper hand.

His prey never survived, at least most of the time. There was one who kept evading him...An AP700.

Face like his own but different. Paler, freckled, hair a shade or two darker than the typical blond, taller and broader body...And those goddamn eyes.

One blue. One yellow. Both soulful and full of sorrow and pity.

He wanted to rip them out of his stupid face.

They danced around each other most days.

Dimitri would get him eventually... He was patient like that.

Bite into that neck and rip out the platting just enough to get to one of his rubber veins. Bleed him out and feast on his brand new biocomponents. Become stronger, the amalgamated apex predator of the Junkyard.

His second life wasn't as glamourous and soft as the first one, but it was his and Dimitri would be damned if anyone stole that from him.

Anyone who dared, best be ready to face the law of the junkyard.

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Last night Nicole and Abe joined us for a socially distanced, BYOE (bring your own everything) dinner on our back deck.  This new way of entertaining certainly is easier and at least we are seeing our friends, but it will be great when we can cook for each other and together and be in closer proximity.

The first day of the virtual Courage Classic bike tour today went very well.  I’m grateful that Bruce and our friends, Carolyn, and Jim, rode with me up to Jamestown so I wouldn’t have to do the whole ride by myself.

I can guess where these folks got their bear sculptures; at the convenience store in South Boulder!  Jamestown is the iconic Old West town, with a lot of character.  It was really affected by the 2013 flood, which tore through town and destroyed a lot of property, even killing two people.  But these folks have a lot of heart and courage, and they rebuilt and kept on with their lives.  Now they are weathering a different kind a storm, this year’s pandemic.

After a brief rest, my companions rode back home and I rode to Ward, another of my nemeses.  I kept my electric bike on “tour”, which is only one notch above “eco”, most of the way to Jamestown, but I had it turned up to “sport” and then “turbo” for the last few miles to Ward, which is one of the hardest rides in Boulder County.

I made it!  The weather was perfect, not too hot and riding down the canyon was a thrill!  I rode 52 miles today, with a 4,000 foot elevation gain.  After I made lunch I swam in the pool and then made chicken pasta and fish chowder for dinner with our cousin Debbie and her husband Bob, which we ate, socially distanced, on our back deck.  My fundraising for the ride is going well so I think I’m going to make my goal. What a fun way to help the doctors and nurses at Children’s Hospital make a very real difference in children’s health!

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The Multo Intelligent Cooking System: Half-Baked, But Full of Potential

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Cooking Pal's Multo aims to be the "only appliance you will ever need," but for us, it seems a little half-baked. 

Key Features

Family-sized 3.1 quart bowl

Heats up to 265F (~130 C)

5200 RPM motor

10 speeds + turbo

Wi-Fi and Bluetooth

Single control access button

Integrated recipe function

All-in-one cooking appliance

Specifications

Brand: Cooking Pal

Dimensions: 17.3" x 12.2" x 14.5"

Weight: 13 lbs (5.9 kg)

Connectivity: Wi-Fi, Bluetooth

Pros

Self-cleaning modes

Replaces many kitchen appliances

Lots of included accessories

Easy to use interface

Cons

Camera is useless at the moment

No mobile app currently (in development)

No Voice Control/Amazon Alexa Support (in development)

Recipes need work

Hub feels delicate

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Can’t cook? Well, to combat your kitchen woes, Cooking Pal has recently announced the Multo Intelligent Cooking System to help the novice home cook level up. It aims to take some of the stress out of things like family dinners and meal-prepping. But how does it perform? In this product review, we’re going to help you decide whether Multo is for you.

What Is Multo?

The Multo Intelligent Cooking System is an all-in-one cooking appliance that Cooking Pal touts as “the only cooking appliance you will ever need.” It comes in two main parts, an intelligent hub specially designed to stand up to being in the kitchen, and the main cooking unit, which looks like a food processor on steroids.

These types of all-in-one cooking devices are supposedly great for those who aren’t confident in the kitchen. All-in-one devices aren’t new, and many might remember the old Ronco “set-it-and-forget-it” ads from 90’s late-night TV. Multo, on the other hand, is a smart appliance with built-in Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, and a specialized wireless Android tablet interface.

Currently, Multo is available for special pre-order at $799, but Cooking Pal expects to release the device commercially in July. At that time, though, expect the price to increase. So if you’re interested, you might want to head over to Cooking Pal’s website and sign up for a pre-order discount.

Cooking Pal states that this device can cook, weigh, chop, sauté, knead, steam, boil, whisk, mix, emulsify, grate, and grind. Essentially, it’s an appliance that will take some of the hassles out of cooking. It does this by providing a unique guided cooking function. According to Cooking Pal’s website, this device has also gotten praise from Elle Magazine, Working Mother Magazine, and The Guardian.

In the interface, Multo has step-by-step recipes, and the device will guide you as you cook. This guidance includes weighing ingredients, adding things at the proper times, and keeping track of when your dish is complete. It’s really an exciting concept.

Ideally, if you’re a novice home cook, something like Multo should allow you to spend less time in the kitchen, and the guided recipe function claims to help you make great dishes as long as you can follow instructions.

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Who Is Multo For?

If you’re not confident in the kitchen, then something like this will improve your culinary prowess. Multo isn’t going to turn you into a four-star Michelin chef, but if you can’t cook, then the device can keep you from spending hundreds on take-out.

For more experienced home chefs, Multo also offers some unique benefits like easy cleanup. According to Cooking Pal, everything except the main unit and the hub is dishwasher safe. The device also has two self-cleaning modes built in to make cleanup even more manageable. Just add water and a little dish soap to the mixing bowl, select the preset cleaning mode, and the machine gets to work.

What’s in the Box?

The list of items and accessories included with this unit is pretty long. When you buy Multo, you’ll get:

The main unit

The blade and blade seal

The 3.1 qt stainless steel mixing bowl

5 oz measuring cup

The lid and lid seal

A butterfly whisk

A simmering basket

A steamer lid

Both shallow and deep steaming trays

A steamer seal

The hub

The hub stand

A specialty spatula

The owner’s manual & warranty information

A USB type-C to type-A charging cable for the hub

The power cable

It may seem like a lot of stuff, but the idea here is that the Multo will replace many of your current kitchen appliances.

Technical Specifications

These technical specifications came directly from the owner’s manual of the unit, but keep in mind, Multo is currently in pre-release status, so some specs could change.

Main Unit

Rated Voltage: 120V, 60Hz

Power Output (port) 5V 2A

Power Rating: 1200 W

Weight: Approx. 13 lbs (5.9 kg)

Mixing Bowl Capacity: 3.1 QT (3 L)

Smart Kitchen Hub

Display: 8.9 inches with a resolution of 800 x 1200

Operating System: Android 8.1

Ram: 2 GB

Rom: 32 GB

Wi-Fi: 802.11 b/g/n/ac and both 2.4Ghz and 5GhZ support

Bluetooth: 4.2

Camera: 8 MP

Battery: 5000 mAh

Charging: DC 5V, 2A

Weight: 1.5 lbs. (.7 kg)

Testing the Multo Intelligent Cooking System

To test this unit, I tried two recipes from the included recipes in the app. The first was the bacon-wrapped chicken recipe, and the second was a more simple dish, the pasta alfredo. The primary reason for choosing these two dishes is they represent both ends of the difficulty spectrum for novice cooks. Making pasta alfredo isn’t exactly difficult without Multo, and the dish seemed pretty fool-proof.

As for the bacon-wrapped chicken, this dish represented the full meal capabilities of Multo. The dish included steamed carrots, bacon-wrapped chicken breast fillets, and stick-to-your-ribs mashed potatoes.

Pasta Alfredo

The pasta alfredo dish started out promising with fresh-grated parmesan cheese and chopped parsley, though it was a little annoying to have to thoroughly clean the mixing bowl out after blitzing both of these ingredients. Despite this, I tried to stay positive. Then things started getting a bit strange.

I added 17.5 oz of water to the mixing bowl (but no salt!!) and waited until it reached a temperature of 194F (per the instructions) before adding half a package of dry spaghetti to the bowl. I accomplished this feat by feeding the spaghetti through the small hole in the lid of Multo. This action resulted in abject hilarity when, rather than falling into the bowl, the spaghetti just rotated in place like it was on some strange carnival ride. After a few moments of watching this nonsense, I paused the machine and then pressed the dry noodles down until they were entirely inside of the mixing bowl.

Now, I could have used Fettuccini here, as that is the traditional way to make pasta alfredo, and I could have also chosen to make pasta from scratch. But, because Cooking Pal designed Multo with novices in mind, homemade noodles might not be an option. Once the noodles were finished, I drained the spaghetti and let it hang out in its half al-dente state until the remainder of the sauce was complete.

Next, I added garlic to the bowl, and Multo chopped it. The machine then asked me to add butter, which I did, but rather than sautéing the garlic in the butter, Multo sort of steeped the garlic as it warmed the butter. There was no sizzle from the bowl to indicate sauteing, and by the end of this process, there were chunks of raw garlic in a warm butter mixture. It was at this point that I started to lose some of my confidence in the machine.

Then, the machine instructed me to add heavy cream, parmesan, and milk into the bowl, along with salt and pepper. I did this and watched as Multo half-heartedly stirred this sauce together. Finally, it was time to add my pasta back into the bowl with the sauce. I did so and let the machine do its thing for another five minutes.

When these minutes were up, I opened the lid to find a soupy, lukewarm mess of noodles, raw garlic, and heavy cream. It was terrible. The raw garlic imparted a strange sweetness to the dish, and though it looked okay, it didn’t taste very good. There was also quite a bit of liquid at the bottom of the mixing bowl.

Bacon-Wrapped Chicken Breast

My next culinary adventure with Multo was started by peeling some potatoes and carrots. Multo didn’t help with this task as much as a vegetable peeler and one of my kitchen knives did. After completing this step, I added water to the mixing bowl and suspended my quartered potatoes in the included steamer basket.

I then cut my carrots into bite-sized chunks and placed them in the small steamer attachment until the tablet reported I was at the proper weight. Then, I washed and dried my chicken fillets (per the instructions) and added salt and pepper before wrapping the fillets in thick hickory-smoked bacon. These I placed in the lower steaming bowl and then covered with the upper steaming bowl full of carrots.

I added salt and sugar to the carrots and placed the steaming lid on the unit. Multo set a time for 20 minutes, and I pressed the start button. The whole process here did not take long. I timed it, and it took about fifteen minutes to get everything together, not including peeling my potatoes or chopping my carrots—which I did before I started.

When the timer went off, I removed the chicken and the carrots from the mixing bowl. Then it was time to make mashed potatoes. Once the timer finished, I plated the carrots and the chicken and prepared to taste everything. First, I loaded up a forkful of carrot and stuffed it in my mouth. But after 20 minutes in the steamer basket, these carrots were still mostly raw.

Next, I cut into one of the breast filets. However, the inside of the chicken seemed okay, so I sliced off a small piece and put it in my mouth only to immediately spit it out when the rubbery texture and cool temperature told me that the meat was undercooked. At that point, I concluded my testing, tossed $30 of undercooked ingredients in the bin, and ordered a pizza.

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What Do We Love About Multo?

In theory, this device has a lot of potential. Other devices like it—the Thermomix TM6, for example—have a lot of fans. And technically, it does what it is supposed to do: cook, weigh, chop, sauté, knead, steam, boil, whisk, mix, emulsify, grate, and grind. All of those things can be used in manual mode with Multo to make cooking much easier theoretically. But based on my testing, it doesn’t do many of those things well except for chopping.

If the included recipes were better, then the device might make a great alternative to some of the more expensive devices like it on the market. Unfortunately, it’s not there yet, and until the recipes are updated to produce meals that won’t come out soupy or undercooked, then I think this device is still a bit half-baked.

There is one good thing, and that’s the self-cleaning mode. It is nice not to have to scrub a mixing bowl when cooking is complete. However, the number of accessories almost fills my dishwasher if I use them all for a single meal.

What’s Not to Love About Multo?

Again, the purpose of this device is to help cook full dishes. In other words, you’re not going to use the device as a single step in the cooking process. Cooking Pal made Multo to serve as an all-in-one appliance for beginners or people who want to save time.

But from my experience, it doesn’t do that. At least not with the included recipes. Unfortunately, these recipes are a big draw, and there’s a pretty steep learning curve if you’re going to try and create your own.

Then there’s the size of the unit. It’s bigger than many food processors and stand mixers, and the accessories take up a lot of space. It’s a lot for a countertop. If you have a smaller kitchen, you’ll want to consider the size of Multo before purchase.

There’s also the issue of mobile app development, Amazon Alexa support, and the ability to use the rear hub camera for impromptu recipe recommendations. These are three items that Cooking Pal is still working on despite being featured on the company’s website. I was invited to try a demo version of the app, but I didn’t see much point if it was still in development as so much might change.

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Can You Repair the Multo Intelligent Cooking System?

This question is an interesting one. For breakdowns, you’re better off contacting Cooking Pal. The internal components of this device aren’t designed to be taken apart. However, there is an answer in the FAQ on Cooking Pal’s website that indicates spare parts are available. The warranty on the product is one year, so if there is an issue, you can get in touch with Cooking Pal, and they can help you get things sorted out.

Should You Buy Multo by Cooking Pal?

Not yet. Based on my experience, Multo’s key feature is the guided cooking aspect, but that part of the device isn’t quite dialed in. Perhaps once some improvements are made maybe I can revisit the device. As for first impressions, however, we're not confident that Multo is ready to deliver on its promise of making cooking easy.

However, if you aren’t comfortable in your kitchen, I can see how this device could increase your confidence. But if you’re a seasoned home chef, then you’ll probably get more mileage out of a quality set of pots, pans, and knives.

On the other hand, despite the single-year warranty, I will say that the build quality of Multo seems to be top tier. I’d certainly be curious to see how it holds up after eight or nine months of constant use. It seems pretty sturdy as kitchen appliances go.

Overall, we really wanted to like Multo. At its core, the machine has a whole mess of potential. Unfortunately, based on our testing, Multo needs a little more time in the oven before Cooking Pal releases it into the world—especially at $799 or more.

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