Jervale shows off his new Gundams.

Some time later, Jervale was walking down to his basement with Oda and Mekanee in following behind. Oda swung her arms, briefly glancing at the crystal as she passed. Mekanee stumbled along after them with a confident smile on her face even as she tripped over Jervale's things every other step, considering he'd blindfolded her and wasn't bothering to lead her with anything but his footsteps. Therefore, their group had an odd cadence, with Oda and Jervale mostly in step, but Mekanee stumbling every twenty seconds or so and scurrying to catch back up.

For the first time since he could remember, Jervale was excited. After he'd had his fun with the Gundam fighters earlier, he'd come up with the idea for one final show before he sent them off, one final bit of salt to rub in the wounds of the ladies who'd arrived as proud fighters and who would leave as brainless bimbos. Taking the pride of challengers in this way and putting them on display made him feel alive, and he thought he'd finally manage to tie down a consistent source of entertainment. It had been such a big deal to him, he'd felt compelled to show it off to someone, even though he could never consider anyone in this tower his actual peer.

Oda and Mekanee had been told that he'd come up with powerful mecha straight out of the cartoons. Since both of them were fans, and since it was incredibly rare for Jervale to talk to anyone else about anything, they both assumed it had to be something big, dropped what they were doing, and came along. Of course, Jervale had added the condition that Mekanee had to wear a blindfold: showing her his Gundams was one thing, but showing her the way to a mecha hangar, where she'd undoubtedly set up shop and use it however she pleased, was out of the question.

"Ho ho!" the blue-haired demon laughed as she followed along, keeping her already-cracked glasses pressed to her face to avoid them falling off in case she took another tumble. "I know exactly what your game is, butler! You want that hangar all to yourself! Well, I can't wait to see the face you make when I find my way back there regardless of this measly blindfold! With my sharp mind, I've been mentally tracking each step, every turn and every oof!" Her voice cut off as she spilled over a stack of rolled-up scrolls and face-planted, then rose and hurried back with newly-crooked frames. "Every obstacle!"

Jervale said nothing. He didn't think that was especially likely, given what a moron he knew Mekanee to be, but he made a mental note to destroy this hangar when he was done with it.

"But, seriously, this tower is too freakin' huge!" the white-haired Oda complained, throwing up her hands as her legs throbbed. "Are we almost there yet?!"

"If you keep whining, I won't let you see them," Jervale responded without turning to her.

Oda shut her mouth and kept marching. Jervale never let her see any of the cool stuff... She still couldn't get over the fact that the entire rare fish exhibit had gotten cleaned out before she'd gotten a chance to see one. She didn't like that, as a princess, she was being shushed by her butler, but she complied.

Finally, the trio arrived at the hangar. Inside, they got a look at the two Gundams from earlier, but in a different configuration... The Matador Gundam was on its hands and knees, forcing its head to face towards the ground, while the Jester Gundam sat straddled across it with its hands wrapped around its horns.

Getting ahead of himself in excitement, Jervale grinned a broad, toothy grin as he threw his arms to the sides. He was still wearing his coat from earlier, so he looked every bit a mad scientist. "Witness, my new creation: the Rodeo Clown Gundam! Yes, this is a unique fighter well-suited to serve as the Tower's representative in a Gundam Fight. Thanks to the cameras I installed, I can also offer you the chance to meet their pilots without stepping a foot in the cockpit. Say hello to Allenby Bouncy and her trusty steed, Rain Milkymoora! Girls, give us a hello!"

The cameras turned on to reveal each of the fighters in their cockpits, which had also been modified to the demon's preferences. While the cockpits were separate, the systems were linked: Allenby held reins of glowing, green hard-light energy, the same way a Gundam Fighter might ordinarily wield their weapon systems, and sat on what looked like a bicycle seat on a pedestal. The camera in her cockpit was set up at a low angle behind her, perfectly positioned to show the hand prints of missing makeup Jervale had left slapping her huge ass earlier. She twisted to look over her shoulder and give him a big, wide wave as a greeting, with a mad look in her bright green eyes that didn't seem to recognize her position. Rain, meanwhile, was on all fours in her cockpit, with hard-light reins feeding into a cylindrical mechanism between her teeth. A similar bicycle seat was affixed to her lower back with a mechanical belt around her waist. Her camera was set up in front of her, and clearly showcased where her suit was peeled from her breasts and dangling at her waist, allowing her massive chest to swing below. Her sensitive breasts caused her to let out another helpless animal bleat every time they brushed against the floor of the cockpit.

"Hellooo, Doctor Umjervale!~" Allenby spoke in a cheery greeting. "I've juuust about got the hang of this funky new system you set us up with! C'mon, Milky, show the Doc I'm not jokin'!" Working her tongue with her lips with an expression of comical concentration, Allenby kicked the side of the pedestal.

A green bulb lit on the mechanical belt Rain wore, causing a shock to pass through her that caused her to raise onto her hind legs, wheeling her arms in the air. "M-moo~ooo~oooooo!" As she cried out with a flushed face, her breasts leaked again as they slung into the air with her momentum.

In the cockpit, Allenby let out a goofy yelp as she released the reins and flew back from the seat, her humongous cheeks crashing against the camera directly and cutting off the visual feed. In the hangar, the Matador reared back in mimic of its pilot's antics, and the Jester crashed dangerously into the platform alongside it, taking out a section with a horrifying metallic clang.

Jervale doubled over laughing, wiping actual tears from his squinted eyes. "Ahaha! Ahahaha! Yes, perfect, perfect! That's exactly what I want from my Gundam Fighters, hahaha! Ahoo, ahah... W-what do you think, girls? Isn't this the coolest, most hilarious robot you've ever seen?!"

Both Oda and Mekanee, now freed from her blindfold, gave Jervale unenthusiastic looks, the exact opposite of his own reaction.

Oda was the first to speak, a scrunched grimace on her pretty but rough-mannered face. "Look, I'm gonna be frank with you, Jervale, as your buddy: these things look super dumb. Like, if I was trying to design the dumbest-looking giant robot I could possibly get, then staff it with the doofiest-looking dumbass I could possibly get, it'd be like this."

"Aha... Ehe..." Jervale couldn't let his mood get brought down from that, although he had to admit, he'd hoped someone else would find it as funny as him. "C'mon! That's the whole point! Don't these two look like total idiots?! Isn't it hilarious?"

"... I mean, you don't have to build giant robots just to have two women dress up in fetish costumes and goof around for you, right? Seems like a big waste of time."

"Heh... Hmph." Jervale gave her a challenging grin. "I should have known you wouldn't be able to appreciate it, Princess. But, Mekanee, your taste is bad- er, refined enough, that you surely see the value in these. Come now. By your own eccentric standards, the Rodeo Clown Gundam is pretty cool, right?"

Mekanee straightened her glasses, as though that would make the bent frames look more dignified, then crossed her arms. "I already begrudgingly admitted they were excellent designs. I told you that with the previous models, didn't I?"

Jervale's immediate pleasure at her positive reaction quickly grew troubled. "... P-previous models? What are you saying, moron?"

"You already showed us these before, when you had those two pink-haired women here. The very similar-looking ones, you recall? I'd thought they were twins... Anyway, when you showed them to me, one was a big-breasted cow, and the other was a clown with a plush posterior, just like this. Their Gundams were different, but you'd made up one like a cow, one like a clown. It was almost exactly the same."

Jervale's eyes opened, but not in the rare expression of delight he'd experienced earlier. Instead, his face expressed open horror as his pupils dilated. "That's... not possible. You're just babbling nonsense, as usual, aren't you?! That can't be!" This was an almost existential crisis for the butler to face. "I'm... repeating events? I've already tried this exact combination of transformations?! And I forgot?! But if that's the case... how am I ever going to figure out the special thing that turns me on? There'd be no meaning to any of this...!"

Clutching his head in his hands and gritting his teeth as Mekanee laughed at him for being so scatter-brained, Jervale headed for the exit with quick steps. "Gah! I've got to write this down... Write it down so I don't forget it again. Damn... Damn!"

"Hey, butler!" Mekanee shouted after him, cupping her hands to her mouth. "Can Oda and I launch your Gundams?"

"Do what you like, moron! I'm done with them! Done with all of this!"

Letting him leave with giddy grins, the two ran to the console and eyed the big, red "LAUNCH" buttons on them with glowing eyes. Before Oda could do anything, Mekanee shot her fists out and mashed both.

"H-hey! I thought...! But I wanted to...!" Oda started to complain, her red eyes already watering up.

"Nyaha! The early worm catches the bird! Now, I'm going to witness the launch up-close: the best seat in the house for any mecha deployment, as any good mechanist knows!" The blue-haired demon rushed to the edge of the platform and was immediately engulfed in a smoke cloud as rockets deployed below it.

In her cockpit, seeing stars and with her thick legs splayed in the air, Allenby chuckled. "Gyuh... Huh... Wh-wha? I got the funny feelin' we're m-ooooovin, Milky!"

"Mooooo?" Rain responded, tilting her head without comprehension.

Before either of them could get their bearings, the platform launched into the air. Without any proper clearance, the entire platform simply smashed up through the elevator, then beyond, propelling the scrambling Gundams through the atmosphere, all the way into space. On the radio, Oda could hear a terrified moo and maniac laughter... until,, suddenly, both were gone. If Jervale were around and still in a good mood, he probably would have appreciated the idea of Rain and Allenby arriving back where they'd come from. Eventually, the two would probably be rescued by one government as another, discovered as completely unrecognizable and empty-headed fetish fap-toys. He'd probably ponder the question of how long it'd take before they turned back to normal, and amuse himself with their struggle to keep whoever rescued them from ever talking about it...

He probably also wouldn't have been too concerned by the massive quantity of sea-water now leaking from the damaged ceiling, and would have calmly exited using his powers. Oda wasn't him, though, and Oda was freaking out. "Gaaah! Dummy, this whole place is coming apart!" She ran up and grabbed the soot-covered Mekanee, running along with her to the exit.

"Whoo! Worth it! Launching Gundams feels so cool!" Mekanee shouted, before coughing up an unhealthy puff of soot. "Anyway, calm yourself, Princess. I noted this hangar has a heavy duty door for this exact location. I'll seal it from the outside, and you remain here to ensure it is sealed from the inside."

"You blockhead! You seal it from the inside, if you think that's such a great plan!"

"... W-well, it was an excellent plan, of course. All of mine are. Now, however, I have come up with an even excellenter one, which is that we shall work together to seal it from the outside, in relative safety!"

Rolling her eyes, the princess worked with her underling to shut off the hangar, sealing along with it the Tower's latest, but not its first, attempt at Gundam development. Considering Jervale almost never read anything he wrote down, even cautionary notes to himself, it probably wouldn't be the last...