OOC: I love how Whiz keeps blaming her being OP on Rym lol, when that's like saying if someone needed bleach for their floors or something then I lent it to then and then they, you know, drank it.
BIC:
The Spambot leader stood up, his metallic skin shining, he glanced around his magnificent palace of dull iron. Many more metallic discs flew around him now, beeping and bopping. Each with an engraving on it, the one he had spoken into before, his personal favorite, E1. "What is this? Are you absolutely sure? If you are lying to me, there shall be severe consequences. Ah, Spirit is alive then? Kill the Conduit Leader at once. We are much better than in those.. skirmishes, we can take him and use his Ray Sphere technology.
The Spambot Leader, who called himself Kamehameha, or Kameh, strode over to a small bar. He mixed himself some of his favorite drink and guzzled it down. Delishious, wasn't it? Kameh wasn't going to his throne now, this was too important. He stood beside his throne and went down some steps, the steps were shielded, so no one but him knew they were there. The room below was an oddity, for it was carved of what looked like quartz, and blue light shone through. Many tables sat, and all kinds of machinery buzzed down here. He picked up a small screwdriver and began work, he had an idea, and soon those survivors, those PESKY SURVIVORS. He had to move universes because of them, back to the original Spambot universe, the original universe where it all started, away from the Multiverse. Luckily almost exclusively the strongest spambots survived and continued to make more. His armies would eventually overcome them.