Huge stout man
"This is a Crowd Seperator 320X model search and destroy robot."
"Eastern European design when they were trading the Japs longevity drugs for remote biology."
"Android? Let the geeks figure out the details on what we call robots with skin."
"Those geeks are not going to hold him for long and I am sure he is after this mary who just stumbled into my shop. I better get out of here quick."
These thoughts flash inside the head of the old shop keep. The thoughts flash with blazing blue and scarlet red as he reaches under the counter and grabs his home-made sten sub-machine gun. The ugly thing looks like a metal table leg, will jam just when you need it most, and is impossible to aim...Titan loves it. When you are torn to shreds. When the bullets dance like tiny balletrinas. Magick assassin bullets like oswald used. Bullets that are designed for even the worst assassin to make a sure kill. Small bits of lead that are animated with legions of demonic entities. Overcharged matter so ready to nova...so greedy for blood and death...that everything in the gun...all the mechanics are designed to keep the bulled INSIDE the chamber.
The old man slaps his cold metal rod and smiles and says "Let's slap this hot cock upside some head..."
The scene was more brutal than the old doctor had suspected. A college girl was crushing a construction workers skull in with a two by four. She was bent over, her skirt was up and the mons bulged in a perfect vesica. There is a flash. The doctor is in another time and place, phallus deep within the catamite...red curtains seem to flame about. A flash...oh crap, the old man had prematurely triggered and unleased the hot load of lead.
The huge stout man now stands before the doctor with two human sheilds, now bearly conscious. Old perv took his eyes off the ball just long enough for the huge stout man to get too close. Doc Titan stands looking wearly with his spent gun in his hand.
The bullets still screaming around the room fly out and right into the huge stout man but only after penetrating and repenetrating the living bodies both before and after the neural works of the robot were damaged. These demon bullets are not designed for robots at all.
Scraping hamburger (demon bullets tore the sheilds up really bad...report that to the home office) off of the coat pocket looking for some sort of ID.