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Yellowfang stumbles into a small clearing, eyes bleary with sleep.

Yellowfang: *rubs her eyes with a paw briefly* Jeez, what kinda sound is coming from over here?

A large, blue-lit mass of metal is sitting in the center of the clearing. Surprised, Yellowfang backs away from the object with a surprised look on her face.

Yellowfang: I just woke up! I don't need to face Satan! *rubs her eyes again* Okay, that's not red. . .

The object lets out a loud screeching noise, and a handsome brown tom pads out from the entrance; blue smoke fills the area around him.

Yellowfang: Who are you and what are you doing?

Astro: I'm Astro.

Yellowfang: Why are you in StarClan if you don't even have a Clan name?

Astro: I'm a scientist, b****.

Yellowfang: Hey, no need for the dark side of the English language.

Astro: We are cats. Soooo, are you going to ask about my machine?

Yellowfang: I was going to ask you to shut it off so I could get back to bed, so no.

Astro: Well, this is a time machine!

Yellowfang: Why does your dumb time machine need to be so loud?

Astro: The fission process is a series of miniature explosions that-

Yellowfang: Well can you shut it off?

Astro: *shrugs* I don't know.

Yellowfang: So you're telling me that you created this "amazing" scientifically based time machine transporter, and you don't know how to turn it off?

Astro: Yes. That is pretty much what I'm telling you.

Yellowfang rolls her eyes and marches to the back of the machine. She finds a series of wires and unsheathes her claw.

Astro: *follows her* You-you really don't want to do that. . .

Yellowfang: Too bad!

Yellowfang lifts up her paw.

Astro: Those are the cords that control the time machine's precise year tracker. If you cut them, it could-

Yellowfang slices them.

Yellowfang: Seems quieter. . . needs more cutting.

Yellowfang finds another bundle of wires.

Astro: *distraught* No, those are the ones that control the time machine from sucking in all nearby atoms and sending them back in time! *starts running away*

Yellowfang lifts her claw and brings it down, slicing through the wires.

Yellowfang: See, it's already quieter!

A moment passes as Astro sprints away.

Yellowfang: Wait, come back!

The time machine starts humming strangely.

Yellowfang: What's that noise. . . it didn't sound like that before!

A flash of blue blinds Yellowfang momentarily.

Yellowfang: Help!