Buzzwang took off with the disclaimer saying that I don't own any Galaxy Ranger characters. Just some more fun Buzzwang torture which tortures Commander Walsh and pretty much everyone else at BETA.
"All right," Commander Walsh sighed. "I know I am going to regret asking this but how did this happen?"
"ROCK ON TO ELECTRIC AVENUE!" Buzzwang was dancing around wildly on top of a table in the cafeteria. Several rangers and other people were standing around watching the show.
"Please tell me that Bubblehead didn't reprogram him again," Commander Walsh sighed.
"Actually he didn't have anything to do with this," Q-Ball coughed. "This time."
"You know you make me wanna…SHOUT! KICK MY HEELS UP AND SHOUT!" Buzzwang spun around, jumping from table to table.
"So why is Buzzwang break dancing like a reject from So You Really Think You Can Dance?" Zach asked.
"Emphasis on break," Zach sighed. "As in breaking everything in sight."
"Apparently there's this new computer virus going around that causes any computer it infects to act…" Zach Jr. began.
"OH BABY THAT'S WHAT I LIKE!" Buzzwang leapt at a female android named Rusty. "AHOOOGAH!"
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MALFUNCTIONING MORON!" Rusty screamed as she ran for her life.
"KISS ME BABY!" Buzzwang cried out as he chased her.
"Like that…" Zach Jr. sighed.
"SOMEONE ASSIST ME!" Rusty yelled. "Preferably with a loaded blaster!"
"LOVE! EXCITING AND NEEEWWWWWWWW!" Buzzwang sang as he chased her.
"A drunken android running amok," Shane Gooseman folded his arms. "Now I've seen everything."
"It wouldn't be a normal day at BETA if something didn't go wrong or someone went insane," Commander Walsh sighed.
"Tip toe through the tulips! By the willow!" Buzzwang sang the song as he danced around and chased Rusty at the same time.
"Really Buzzwang! This is extremely unprofessional!" Rusty yelled. "I have half a mind to file a sexual harassment suit!"
"Well that's more than what Buzzwang has," Shane said cheerfully. "Uh Doc is working on a cure for the virus isn't he?"
"As we speak," Q-Ball nodded.
"How did the virus get into his system in the first place?" Zach asked.
"Well that's the funny part," Q-Ball gulped. "I was experimenting with new ways to make electronic cream cheese and…"
"Never mind! I don't want to hear any more!" Walsh snapped.
"Electronic cream cheese?" Shane asked.
"Don't ask," Zach Jr. sighed.
"But how or why does anyone make electronic cream cheese?" Shane asked.
"The man said not to ask!" Walsh barked.
"WHAT NOW MY LOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEE?" Buzzwang danced around.
"I MEAN IT! IF BUZZWANG DOES NOT STOP CHASING ME I WILL FILE A SEXUAL HARRASEMENT SUIT!" Rusty screamed.
"There's new ground right there," Zach remarked. "The first sexual harassment suit filed by an android against an android."
"Just what I need to get me through the day," Walsh quipped, "New fresh layers of Hell for me to wade through."
"So what do we do?" Q-Ball asked.
"What we did the last time Buzzwang's programming went insane," Walsh told him. "Dismantle his arms and legs until he calms down and comes to his senses. Such as they are."
"I'll get the screwdriver," Zach Jr. went off to the toolbox.
"And one more thing," Walsh cautioned. "Don't play Spin the Buzzwang after you've done it!"
"Spin the Buzzwang?" Zach did a double take.
"It's more like truth or dare," Q-Ball remarked.
"That explains that picture I saw of you in a dress," Shane remarked.
"I thought I looked rather slimming in that," Q-Ball said. "It hid my chunky thighs."
"And that explains why I have been spending more and more time in my office at night drinking scotch," Commander Walsh muttered to himself as he left the room.