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Mort just gave a small laugh as he tried to circle the blue bot about for another hard attack. Which would've worked if Bell's prowess in button mashing wasn't thwarting him at every turn. At least with a strategy there were ays to counter it - but with utter randomness? Nope.

"M'not singin' anything," he retorted. "Gotta make me, remember~?"

Total: 8 wtg Mort
Turn: 2/3

Mort knew by the state of his poor little warrior that there was no way he'd win this game, but as ever he pressed the machine onward anyway for one final swipe.

A rather weak swipe, but hey it was going down swinging. And down indeed the blue bot went with its last effort.



"Nope! Guess not," Mort said cheerily as he went to pick up the mechs and clean them off. "Good job~" He hoped she vented a bit with the game; competition did seem to put a light in her eyes. "N-Next version, m'thinking've adding shields, maybe mount like actual knights."

Total: 11

He grinned in response, taking out a used towel to wipe the dirt off the mech warriors. "No problem. Was just stress've booth - n' mom," he added in an undertone. "Figured little challenge might let vent some've it out. Least s'almost over, no?" He wasn't really sure how much campaigning his booth had really gotten out in the end, but it had been a fun, if not interesting, experience for him.

"Lemme guess: already bought out entire treat booth?"

Alexander was totally here the whole time, like a good little zombro supporting his friend who had nobody to run against. Whatever, it was the though that counted, right? And also, he just wanted another chance to take Odin down.

Another epic battle ensued, but Alex knew now how to take that robotic sucker down, and he did it with style. He grinned to himself once he had the arm slammed down and the buzzer had sounded. "Ya, take that you hunk of scrap metal!" He growled, before pushing himself away from the table and turning towards Mort.

"Your robot arm is getting weak." He smirked, before shuffling over towards the boxes of pizza. He needed a new eye.

At the mention of Sal's suit, the witch went over all glittery as she sighed wistfully, one hand pressed to her cheek at the glorious memory of the beautiful suit.
"Fashion is fun~" It had been not only a wonderful moment for fashion, but now Belladonna knew Mort couldn't pretend he didn't have style. Oh don't you worry your little zombie head about that Mort. You were going to wear fancy clothing. And there might be ripping involved.
"Oh its no worry. I'm sure I'll find their brothers and sisters somewhere along the way!" The witch replied with a smile and a little thankful nod for him.

Yet at Alex's words, the witch whirled around and stared at him a moment before she launched herself at the machine. If it was getting weak, this was her chance! Her glorious, shining moment of victory!!!
Almost. It was a little back and forth, but in the end Odin still won.
"Oh we're just getting started." Belladonna hissed at the machine as she flexed her hand quickly. This was not over!

"Gladly." Was Alex's only reply to the pizza comment as he flipped back the lid to one of the boxes and searched for just the perfect slice. "You said a red eye, ya?" He grinned, plucking one off of the pizza and exchanging it for the cyan blue, which he wiped off on the front of his shirt then popped into his mouth.

Delicious.

He then turned to watch Mort's ghoulfriend attempt to take down Odin with a very bemused expression on his face. "Come on, Bella, you got this!" He cheered her on while still smirking, wincing when she failed to beat the machine not once, but twice.

"Hm, maybe. If I didn't know any better I'd say that machine has a mind of it's own and actually chooses when to lose." He glanced over towards Mort with a raised eyebrow before shoving the slice of pizza into his mouth and taking a giant bite.

Which he then promptly swallowed and nearly lodged in his throat at the mention of his 'unique designs' and tie dresses at the fashion booth. He coughed and pounded on his chest a little, then smiled, while reaching up to brush his hair out of his face.

"I don't know....I mean, I like clothes and everything, but I wouldn't have ever called myself fashionable." He scuffed his skeletal foot against the ground, then took another much smaller bite of his pizza.