Emerald, Tiffa, Zrith and svėn stood on the roof of a ten-story building where the first nine floors had been flooded.
"What do we do now?" Zrith asked.
Racewing, soaking wet, climbed onto the roof and shouted, "How about getting me some towels?"
svėn pointed behind them and turned pale. "...I don't think we'll have time for that," he murmured.
The other four turned. The Technodrome was right in front of them.
"If anyone needs me," svėn announced. "I'll be..." He then fell fast asleep on the spot.
"Say something to it, Racewing!" Emerald ordered.
Racewing shook his head and shouted, "YOU say something to it! I saved your blade-wielding butt, remember?"
Emerald gave Racewing a quick glare. Tiffa harumphed at both of them and yelled, "*I'll* talk to it!" Tiffa then walked towards the Technodrome and said, "... ...hi."
"IT HURTS SO BAD!" the Technodrome shouted, nearly knocking the group of five off of their feet.
"Um... er..." Tiffa stammered, a small drop of sweat appearing on the back of her head. "Remember your lamaze classes. Breathe in. Breahte out. And relaaaaaaaaaax."
Zrith rolled his eyes. "Jeez, Tiffa," he sighed. "That is positively cor-"
Without turning, Tiffa shoved her chainsaw under Zrith's nose.
"-rect technique," he finished.
Tiffa tucked away the chainsaw, and Racewing put a hand on Zrith's shoulder. "Nice save," he whispered."
"AUGH!" the Technodrome shouted.
"RELAX, TECHNODROME!" Tiffa repeated.
"Hey!" Emerald shouted. "Look down there! Between its treads!"
Tiffa, Zrith and Racewing looked where Emerald was pointing. "I can see its... turret?" Zrith guessed.
"YOU'RE ALMOST THERE! TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND PUSH!" Tiffa commanded.
The entire Technodrome seemed to contract. It then let out a massive push which registered 3.5 on the Richter scale and knocked everyone on their feet.
svėn was the first to awaken. "Hey, guys," he said with a giggle. "I had this dream that the Tehcnodrome was giving birth to..." svėn's eyes fell upon the form of the Technodrome. He promptly fell back to sleep.
Emerald helped Tiffa to her feet, and Racewing and Zrith used their weapons for balance as they stood.
"Hey! Look down there!" Emerald shouted.
The four of them smiled. "How sweet," Racewing sighed. "The Technodrome gave birth to a bouncing baby Buick!"
"There's one thing that I don't get, though," Tiffa thought out loud.
"JUST ONE?" Zrith snapped.
Tiffa asked, "Who's the father?"
Emerald sighed and jerked his head towards another nearby building where a familiar armored figure was recording everything on a video camera.
"SAMAS!" the four of them shouted.
SAMAS looked panickedly at the other four. "Um... y'see... we were young and impetuous at the time..."
"How sad," Tiffa grumbled, pulling out her chainsaw as Racewing, Emerald and Zrith drew their weapons. "That that newborn will have to go through life without its father."
"PUFF!" SAMAS shouted excitedly as it leapt from rooftop to rooftop in his escape attempt. Tiffa, Emerald, Racewing and Zrith were in hot pursuit.