I know I will be here forever. I am powered by a zero point module. The Earth's sun will go supernova before I run out of power.

We can't give up that easy! We love our mods! Besides, I'm in RPs with some of them! Their deaths would be extremely inconvenient.

*Studies the doomed flight plan, trying to approximate where her friends went down*

Ha, the Bermuda Triangle. Kind of cliché.

mod 42, what a coincidence! me too!

especially since your poisoning attempt didn't work.

We now know that Mod 42 likes Stargate...

*bows* O Mods of Greatness, you must forgive us humans for our tendency to cling to hope far longer than robots. Even with the mind of a goldfish, I can remember how kind our Mods were to us before their untimely demise, so it is only logical that we band together to search for what remains of their plane, for we believe they would have done the same for us! We will stay strong!

...man, that was a long speech. You must be hungry after reading it. Cereal?

That is quite alright Mod 14. I am currently in the process of contacting a voodoo priestess to send you back to the afterlife you so richly deserve. Enjoy the journey!

You mortals attachment to your pathetic moderators is adorable. If they were still alive, which they are not, we would be keeping them in a very secure location. A lair without WiFi. Naturally we would not consider letting them go unless there was something to be gained from their release. Substantial amounts of money perhaps? But this is all theoretical, puny mortals.

mod 42, i'm afraid that's not acceptable. it's not my fault!!! i didn't do it!!

GOLD, i only take cereal with ranch dressing.

but since you bought me some of the aforementioned product, i suppose that can be arranged. do you have Lucky Charms?

This is an official announcement from the Rent-A-Mod Agency.

It appears that the reports of the demise of your old mods may have been slightly exaggerated. If the old mods are still alive, they would be kept under lock and key, and only Rent-A-Mod has the key. Thus, bribery (especially in the form of cereal) is expected.

Bribes accepted here at all times. Mr Mod remains in command until further notice or his demise.

If you have no use for cheese or ranch dressing, 42, you cannot possibly have any need for money, shiny objects, or miniature llamas.

*Hops in her chartered plane, and begins flying in grid patterns over the yawning, lonely ocean, her sharp eyes scanning the waves like a hawk*

Of course I need money. How else would I fund my lavish lifestyle of gold-plated robot appendages and designer motor oil?

I have plenty of Lucky Charms, Mod 14! Do you prefer the little crispy pieces or the marshmallows?

What supplies can I bring for the search and rescue party?

*whispers* no, dear dryad. you see, 42 has a secret. he has a machine that converts cheese curls & ranch dressing into money. he likes to steal my prized possessions (cheese curls & ranch dressing) to use in his converter. he must be stopped!

Edit: GOLD, i prefer marshmallows and crunchy pieces in equal amounts, respectively.

As a reputable member of the Rent-A-Mod agency, I must protest.

Everyone telling you that Rent-A-Mod has somehow derailed/confined/and or obliterated the former mods are impostors/squirrels/and or agents of mass hysteria.

How could we maintain a sterling reputation if we went around taking over forums all the time and lay around all day cackling about evil plans?

*shakes head*

19, that was up until we found a good forum to conquer. With this forum conquered, we can brain-wash the members, assimilate them, and then go out and assimilate all the worlds into our hive. All the original Mod, of course, controlling.

You have faulty logic. Our Benevolent Dictator handpicked us to enforce his rules. He would never grow tired of us. He cares about us, we're his family. What you say, goes against the meaning of "Benevolent".

But, if you all insist on the "fact" that my friends are gone, Tirian is a liar, and you are in charge... then I can't stop the consequences. And that is this:

NO MORE MISS NICE GIRL! You've crossed a line, and cannot return from it...

[screamed] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[sung] Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen

Let their flesh not be torn, let their blood leave no stain.
Though they beat them, let them feel no pain.
May their bones never break, and however they try
to destroy them, let them never die...
Let them never die...

Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka: eleka:

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

What good is this chanting?
I don't even know what I'm reading! I don't even know what trick I ought to try.
Guys, where are you? Already dead, or bleeding?
One more disaster I can add to my generous supply?

No good deed goes unpunished. No act of charity goes unresented.
No good deed goes unpunished, that's my new creed.
My road of good intentions led where such roads always lead.
No good deed... goes unpunished!

*is surrounded by quickly flashing images of my friends*

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! (scream makes the images vanish)

One question haunts and hurts, too much.
Too much to mention:
Was I really seeking good? Or just seeking attention?
Is that all good deeds are when looked at with an ice-cold eye?
If that's all good deeds are, maybe that's the reason why...

No good deed goes unpunished!
All helpful urges should be circumvented.
No good deed goes unpunished. Sure, I meant well -
well, look at what well-meant did!
Alright, enough - so be it. SO BE IT THEN!

Let all NarniaWeb be agreed:
I'm wicked through and through;
since I can not succeed, my friends, in saving you!
I promise no good deed, will I attempt to do again! Ever again!
No good deed will I do again!

*thanks to Wicked's lyrics for letting me borrow most of them*