The Lone Knight

Hu-u-um-me-e-en

"Another day, another party... Am I right Thomas?"

The chrome headed robot looked at his golden companion, and nodded in agreement.

"Very much so Guy-Man."

"I told you to stop calling me that." Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo said rather firmly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you prefer 'Shy-Guy'?" Thomas Bangalter asked his longtime friend. Guy simply shook his head, and patted Thomas on the back.

"In your dreams 'Chrome Wonder'." Guy skillfully retorted.

Thomas made a sound not unlike that of a jammed printer. His voice synthesizer was acting on the fritz again. He turned the knob on the earpiece of the helmet, and quickly corrected the issue.

Right after Thomas was done fixing his voice, the two robots saw a pillar of light envelope around them, and a searing heat that promptly made them pass out...

It had been hours after they had been knocked unconscious by the mysterious light. The duo looked around their surroundings, seeing  that they had been transported somewhere that they were not familiar with.

"This doesn't look like France..." Thomas said.

"No shit Sherlock!" Guy yelled back. He took to studying his surroundings. "Good thing I kept those knuckle dusters in my gloves." He told himself out loud.

"What?" Thomas responded.

"Hmm?"

"You say something?"

"Yeah just said I was happy I still have the  knuckle dusters in my gloves."

"Oh! That reminds me!" Thomas pulled a nylon sack off his back, and opened it up; examining the contents, he talked to Guy-Man. "I had the sack in the Green Room for when we got home. I packed some guns just in case if  things got hairy."

"THOMAS! YOU HAD GUNS?"

"Pfft, of course. That's like asking if I have DJ equipment on me so-"

"Wait, wait, WAIT! You have DJ equipment AND guns on you?"

"Yeah!"

Guy stared at his counterpart, and slammed a hand on his visor. "What am I  gonna do with you Thomas?"

"Ship me to America to party?"

The duo looked at each other, and laughed together. Their antics may just save their lives...