While the servant was driving Balbo around the Logov, Megamozgomuz was in the workshop inventing his own invention: collecting a portable version of "Friza". Everything would have been fine, but only a new problem appeared... To be more precise, the problem remained the same, but it appeared in a new way:
- Oh, what an amazing creation of metal!
- Oh, what a wonderful spider, created by the mind of the Great Hero!
- Oh, it's just great!
- Oh, who but the Hero could create something so skilful!
- If I once again, - sighed a sigh and drilled "Hero", - I will hear the interjection "O"...
- Oh, what an incredible wheel! - exclaimed Ryukzachini when he saw the circular blades.
- Grr... what is it? - Megamozg shouted, squeezing the freezer in his hands.
- Shh! - The gun worked by covering the left palm of the alien with a thick crust of ice.
- Aye-aye! Come on... that's enough! - The inventor waved his hand.
Then I heard another "Tshsh" and then "Bukh".
- Chief? - When the servant heard the noise, he looked inside. - God, what is wrong with you?!
Megamozg was lying on the floor, half chained in ice.
- Chief,- the assistant fish shook his head.
- How can you be so? - He finished by gently beating off the ice.
- The servant,- Megamozg called quietly, - if I don't survive, please take care of the Umbots.
- Chief! Well, what is this stupidity? - The assistant fish smiled. - Everything will be all right.
- You can do it! - Vassal the Hero flamboyantly exclaimed. - For you, Great Megamozg must always guard the forces of evil! - Balbo was voicing the lines appearing in the notebook.
- Oh, my God,- Megamozgum sighed as he got out of the newly split ice floe.
- Well, don't worry. By the way, I made your lemonade.
- Thank you. You know,- the alien looked at Ryukzachini, who was working hard to describe a new episode in the life of the Hero, - and added valerian women to it... in the ratio of "1:1", - he finished, once again leaning against the hobbit.
Then the inventor and his assistant left the room.
- You go quietly,- Megamozg whispered, - or the writer will notice.
The next ten minutes, Balbo was so absorbed in the Great Literature that he wouldn't even notice the Apocalypse. Which, by the way, wouldn't hurt him to describe this Apocalypse in colours.
***
- Uh, it's finally patrol time,- said Megamozgomuz, joyfully, driving an invisible car.
- I never thought you'd be so happy to leave the lab, chief,- the maid said. - Or was it Mr Ryukzachini?
- Partly in him, and partly in Roxanne, the alien smirked like a villain. In twenty-seven minutes, she will have a lunch break. She'll go to a cafe in front of the office and be there in four minutes... or five more if she goes with one of her colleagues.
- And you'll be waiting for her there,- the assistant fish said. - Now it's clear where the Umbots disappeared to at noon," he added quietly.
- Did you say something?
- No, nothing.
- Okay,- Megamozg turned the key, and the car went into invisible mode. - Checking the equipment.
- So, there is a radio for communication with the police," the servant said, "there is a dehydrator, a freezer...
- There's a notebook to write down! - finished by someone in the back seat.
- Yes. Great. Then... - Metro City hero and his assistant looked at each other synchronously and also turned back, crossing their fingers.
- Hello! - waved them happy Balbo. The inhabitants of the front seats could not whiten but obviously tried their best.
***
- And here is the Hero of Mitosithi, who looks at the city of Mitosithi, which is better than an eagle, a hawk, and a falcon, looking at the peaceful city! He waits and searches for the violator, so that, like a swift golden eagle, he can capture those who dared to break the law," Ryukzachini told the whole salon of the invisible car.
- He's just an ornithologist to teach,- the Employee smiled, trying to cheer up the chief, who was distracted by these heartfelt speeches.
- Please, please,- the servant said, - "like a golden eagle. - One thing comforts me.
- What is it, chief?
- At least someone other than me is calling Metrocity wrong.
- Metro City, Chief.
- I know, Maid, I know... Um, Mr Ryukzachini,- Megamozgomuz decided to take a chance and turn to a hobbit, - I have a request for you.
- Is that so? - The writer broke away from the notebook. - And what is it?
- Could you work in silence?
- I'm sorry, but this is unthinkable! - exclaimed Balbo. - When I create, I am immersed in the flow of my Muse - the Great Literature! And I have no way...
- Okay. Then maybe you'll be more elbow-tipped.
- In other words, it's more concise,- the assistant fisherman corrected his boss.
- Of course! - A hobbit shone. - As someone said, - Briefness is the sister of talent.
- That's nice,- the Servant and Megamozgomuzh said in a chorus.
- And that's why from now on I will describe the action that happens during your Heroic Patrol in verses! - Balbo continued on the same note:
- Here is our hero, in whose sight the clarity,
She's watching. She's not hiding where the danger is.
He looks away, into darkness, into darkness...