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Doc was tired, being worked harder than normal trying to fix this, build one of that, make something that does something. Tired. Oh, so tired. He slumped back in his chair, and sighed.
Gadget was a robot, robots needed maintenance, Optimus was a robot, again, robots needed maintenance, the Delorean was a machine, Synergy was a machine.
"Great Scott, I'm surrounded by them. Far too many jigawatts for one man." Doc said, looking at the screwdriver in his hand, turning it over listlessly.
"Maybe I can be of some assistance?" A deep voice said behind him.
Doc jumped up in his chair, turning around quickly. Behind him stood a large, black panther, standing on two legs. Doc rubbed his eyes. There were always things new to him popping up these days. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Doctor Emmett Brown." He said, extending his hand.
The large panther took his hand, his hand dwarfing Doc's. "I'm Panthro, they brought me here to help you out, said you were more than a little swamped in work. Looks like they were right."
Panthro looked around. "It's rather late, I can take over from here, just point me at something you haven't started on, I can get to work. I know better than anyone that too many chefs spoil the broth."
"I think Optimus wanted me to fix one of those... things... over there." Doc said, pointing toward the corner. "Said it was a simple enough job, just reconnecting something. I haven't looked at it."
"Hah, alright! I'll get to work, you get some rest." Panthro said, laughing. "And don't worry, I won't touch the samophlange." Panthro said, smiling.
Doc looked at him confused for a moment, found the smile infectious and gave Panthro a tired grin. "I have no idea what you mean, but thank you." He patted the big cat on the back, and went to bed.