The robot was clinging to his back, shouting: “Ratchet, this is a 0.003% probability of success!”
“Chairman Drek. Your subscription to existence has expired. Please report to the nearest black hole for recycling.” ratchet and clank codex
“Begin log,” Drek’s synthesized voice rasped. “Codex: The Anomaly.” The robot was clinging to his back, shouting:
Drek paused the feed. The Lombax had just used the wrench to deflect a laser bolt back into a security drone. The drone exploded. “Codex: The Anomaly
“Subject is a juvenile Lombax. Last of his kind, according to pan-galactic census. Intelligence: remarkable. Formal education: zero. He has no knowledge of quantum theory, yet he rebuilt a Warp Drive from a trash compactor and a toaster. His primary weapon is a modified OmniWrench 8000. It is not a weapon. He uses it like one. This is illogical.”
“Clank, the orphanage is on fire. The factory is making the fuel. Do we save the kids or blow the factory?” Clank: “Logic dictates that destroying the factory will save future lives. However, the sound of crying organic younglings is… distressing. I have calculated a third option.” Ratchet: “Let me guess. We blow the factory while saving the kids.” Clank: “Precisely. The probability of survival is 17%. But you have broken probability before.” Ratchet: “That’s my favorite hobby.”
Then, the sound of a wrench turning a bolt, followed by a massive, planet-shattering explosion.