"All right, done. Oof, this old man is exhausted."
Inside the fast-food restaurant lit by a burning campfire, Chief tossed aside the frozen beef leg in his hand and spoke to the blue chubby boy lying flat on the table before him.
"What kind of lousy restaurant doesn't even have a crowbar? I had no choice but to use frozen goods as tools. Little Fatty, you're lucky you ran into a mechanical genius like me! Wahahahaha!!!"
After helping Little Wu remove the alien armor that had turned him into a ball, Chief felt his usual powerful sense of accomplishment. Just like every time he finished even the tiniest task, he threw back his head and laughed.
He was a little crazy. Mad Scientists were all like that, perfectly fitting the stereotype.
Still, dismantling alien armor with nothing but a frozen beef leg and some olive oil showed that he truly had skills. At least in mechanics, he could be considered among the best in the world.
Compared with other mechanical experts, each of them had their own strengths.
For instance, Doctor Ivo, who had created Amazo, stood at the pinnacle of bionic robotics. Luthor, who had built the Anti-Superman Armor, was a genius in mechanical dynamics and materials science.
Chief, however, was different from them. He had studied mysticism and could come up with all sorts of supernatural contraptions.
"How are you feeling?"
The Teen Titans gathered around Little Wu, rubbing his bowl-cut hair and chubby belly as their way of showing concern. Djinn was the one who spoke, though. When she was not having an episode, she was the gentler type.
"Uh, for someone who was locked into a ball for about half an hour, I think I'm doing pretty good?" The chubby boy sat up from the table,