Q.P and Realities
Tom squinted his eyes in confusion. "Wait a minute, what do you mean by that?" He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about her statement struck him as odd.
Silver Head clanged on his metallic body, trying to take the attention away from Machina, whose face suddenly revealed she'd said something she wasn't supposed to.
"All my good friend means," Silver Head said, "is that we never expected our, uh, enemy to catch up with you so quickly. Don't worry, though; we've, uh, taken care of the problem for now." He rolled his eyes and turned around, trying to whistle through his microphone voice.
"Didn't help matters much there, now did ya, my short friend?" Machina muttered.
A swarm of confusion buzzed inside Tom's head, and he felt like the answer was somewhere right in the middle if he could just get to it. "But. . .what about the Alien Gnomes thing, and the Death Sleep? You make it sound like—"