II

It took Aurora five minutes to extract the bright violet pentron from Chef's biotronic eye while Crush and Flash restrained a gibbering, flailing Aspirin.
Marshall buried his face in his hands. Tracey tittered. Everyone else kept writing.
"Word Count, Three Hundred. Scrambler Auto-Engaged!" rang an accented digital voice. Four pentrons stopped scribbling.
Aspirin at this point had been tranquilized. Crush pocketed his T-Gun as the rest of the team gathered around the humming, blinking device.
"Thanks," Flash whispered to Crush, flexing painfully. "These muscles are just for show."
Crush nodded and said, flexing casually, "These aren't."

The Scrambler began to read aloud auto-generated strings of words, displaying them in bright lime green in midair as it did so.

Expatriate Gumball Swoozy Delicate Harpy KITTEN Lover Extreme And KITTEN Only Ferocious Death Rasberry KITTEN Charismatic Engulf Destroyer Cheese Capitalism KITTEN KITTEN Regulater...

Marshall slammed on the bright red STOP button. "Remind me again why I thought this would be a good idea."
Glen said, "Someone spelled 'Rasberry' wrong."

Aspirin snored.
"Captain," Aurora put in cheerily from her spot at the administrative loft, "Space Command wants a name registered within the next thirty -" She paused, squinting.
"Days?" Marshall looked hopeful.
"Minutes?" Tank amended.
"Seconds."

There was panic.