War

Sir Gilbert gazed out the window, and saw the females coming across the yard.
"They're back!" he cried.
As they got closer, he saw that they were all robotic.
 Maybe they had just escaped like LaSalle.
Suddenly, Lisa got her armblades out and slashed a window, sprinkling glass into Edmund's room.
Sir Gilbert had no idea what had happened to the giraffe.
He didn't want to know.
"Code red: female mutiny!" Sir Gilbert roared, donning his infamous armor. He heard clanking from the other male rooms as they put on armor good for defense and gently damaging their opponent.
The door was obliterated as Peck painted a paw grenade on the doorstep with her SmartBoard Pen.
The reason why she held a teaching tool, nobody discovered.
Metal claws scraped the floor as each female started to attack each male. Sir Gilbert was cornered by LaSalle, Greely by Amelia, and Marco by Harper.
The sailor went down as Harper whacked her boyfriend with an antennae, one of her various fur tufts she used to have as a result of three gods possessing her.
LaSalle swiped, and Sir Gilbert dodged.
He managed to land a melee blow, but as he retreated LaSalle's arm extended and whacked him in the cheek.
Blood poured from Sir Gilbert's mouth, and his teeth were cracked.
As LaSalle prepared to chainsaw his neck off, he glimpsed a drive in LaSalle's head, emanating black fog.
All worlds went black.

 Sir Gilbert opened his eyes.
He saw only white-yes, sky, ground, and walls.
Zios knelt by him, if a mask had knees. Surprisingly, the floating mask bent like clay.
"I am becoming purified as a group of Jammers older than the rest work towards restoring Jamaa to its former glory. I managed to freeze time in all worlds to rescue you from your doom, and now I will bless you with new powers." Zios said, the green lights in his mouth and eyes blinking.
The air pressure increased around Gilbert's paws, and he felt his mass becoming a different substance, some of his muscles and fur becoming numb.
He was being partially roboticized.
"Do not fear, your mind is free yet your power increases, and your robotic parts will not mutiny unless your mind is set to make it organic once more. Shatter the drive in LaSalle's head, and protect her until she gathers enough time fabric to deroboticize all of your automaton friends." Zios instructed and assured at the same time. Sir Gilbert nodded, and the world bended.

 Knowing what to do, Gilbert reached up and clawed the disk to pieces. LaSalle shuddered, then dove behind him as she drew in large amounts of time fabric, dragging some phantoms along for the ride.
"Hey, metalheads! Come get me, or are you cowardheads?" Sir Gilbert taunted, using his knowledge from taunting Twolegs throughout his first life to make it seem like he was a brat.
"Sequence Command: Destroy Pesky Tiger!" Lisa beeped, narrowing her eyes.
All of the others stopped fighting and started to pounce at Gilbert.
Why was LaSalle so slow?
He batted at them like a girl in a catfight, and he felt like LaSalle was glad he had somehow gotten long robotic appendages.
However, the casing on their former allies was strong, and he barely bought them time.
The end was near.
Bakazazoom!
White light filled Sir Gilbert's eyes, and their female alphas, some that led them, some that were annoying, and some that were pretty, lay on the ground in a smoking heap.
LaSalle  crept out from behind Sir Gilbert, her mouth bent in an uncanny grin. Nothing but wires and a small .45 caliber gun were in her mouth.
"Well, Cosmo, make sure that their minds are free." Sir Gilbert told Cosmo, unsure what to say.
As Cosmo did a robot scan, Sir Gilbert glanced at LaSalle.
How in Jamaa did you do that?
LaSalle smirked.
Simple. When I downloaded this program, I made sure that I could also download the records of DNA from any roboticizer in the world. I could.
Sir Gilbert sighed, and checked Marco's wounds.