Mediocrebot's Prankstravaganza / Massacre

Turns out the Brussels sprouts were coated in a laxative after all.

This did increase the severity of Theresa’s prank significantly, but it still felt anticlimactic. And now I was trudging through this increasingly Byzantine complex with Frank trying not to dribble liquid feces down his leg and into the wound where his foot was amputated.

I assumed the fever gave him hallucinations. He periodically would stop to ask me about the robot warriors descending upon us. Poor Frank. What a pitiful wretch.

Eventually we made our way to a bathroom and Frank hobbled to the toilet. Despite a lifetime of humiliation, he asked me to turn away while he did his filthy business and I obliged. In that moment something clicked in my circuits - a dull recognition of this scenario.

Before I could turn to warn him, Frank sat on the toilet seat and set off the bang snaps affixed to the underside. These were no ordinary bang snaps. The explosion lifted Frank three feet into the air, and he landed on the now broken toilet with a horrible thud. It was a pretty good prank, I have to say.

Then I realized Frank was dead.