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were fighting at the top of the iron wall.
    â€œDon’t be cruel!” Aunt Judy/Evil Elvis shouted just before Doominator 2 caught her with a forearm to the face. She fell backward and out of sight.
    â€œElvis has left the building!” said Doominator 2.
    With Aunt Judy/Evil Elvis dispatched, Doominator 2 jumped into the pit with the twins. They recoiled in horror, imagining the next unspeakable thing that was going to happen to them. But instead of raising an arm against them, Doominator 2 got down on the ground in the middle of the moving walls.
    â€œI’m made of iron,” Doominator 2 said. “These walls will not be able to crush me. It’s impossible.”
    Sure enough, when the walls reached his head and feet, they pressed against him with a huge amount offorce, but the robot clone didn’t collapse. The moving walls abruptly stopped. The noisy gears ground to a halt.
    â€œYou saved our lives!” Pep shouted.
    â€œDon’t mention it,” Doominator 2 grunted. “Run! Get away from here, as far as you can go. Climb on top of me to get out!”
    The twins were about to use Doominator 2 as a stepstool, but at that moment somebody climbed in and grabbed them roughly from behind.
    â€œGoing somewhere?”
    â€œDr. Warsaw!” Coke and Pep yelled simultaneously.
    Yes, it was Dr. Herman Warsaw. The real , human Dr. Herman Warsaw, who had created The Genius Files program and become psychotic as a result of 9/11. He had been trying to kill off the twins ever since they were home in California. As always, a cigarette dangled from his lips.
    â€œThat just goes to show that if you want something done right, do it yourself,” Dr. Warsaw spat. “Enough incompetence! Why must I be surrounded by idiots?”
    â€œCoke! Do something!”
    But there was nothing anyone could do. Dr. Warsaw reached into his jacket and pulled out a pistol.
    â€œNo more gimmicks,” he said. “From now on we do things the old-fashioned way.”
    â€œPlease! Please!” Coke said. “We’ll do anything you ask.”
    â€œStop begging,” Dr. Warsaw said. “You’re pathetic.”
    â€œNo! Don’t!”
    He pulled the trigger.

Chapter 6
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    â€œC oke, wake up!” Pep shouted in her brother’s ear.
    â€œHuh? What?”
    Her brother bolted up and shook his head, as if that would erase the bad thoughts from his brain.
    â€œI was having a dream,” he said, still fuzzy. “A nightmare.”
    â€œAbout what?”
    â€œWe were floating on rafts in a lake,” Coke recalled, “and then the bowler dudes tried to run us down with Jet Skis . . . but we were rescued by Mrs. Higgins . . .and then she tried to kill us with chloroform . . . but we were saved by Archie Clone . . . and then he tried to kill us in a giant car-crushing machine . . . and then Evil Elvis and Doominator showed up. And then Dr. Warsaw. They were all trying to do horrible things to us!”
    Pep motioned for her brother to look to the left, where the three aliens were staring at them intently. It didn’t take a genius to realize that the situation he was currently in was not a whole lot better than his nightmare. Coke flinched.
    â€œFlog slab,” said the alien across the room.
    â€œStop saying that!” Coke shouted, getting up off the table he had been lying on. “Is that all you know how to say?”
    â€œFlog slab,” said the alien in the middle.
    The twins both had slight headaches, but didn’t realize it was because their brains had been probed. They glanced quickly around the room. All the screens and unusual equipment made it look like a hospital, or perhaps some kind of a laboratory.
    â€œDo you think they performed bizarre medical experiments on us while we were sleeping?” Pep asked. She examined her arms and legs for cuts, scars, or bruises, but found