[I expect to be marked down two full grades for tardiness, but here it is. Finally.]

Courier case in hand, Wizard World Philadelphia stepped up to the crosswalk and waited for the light to change. “Bomber,” he greeted custom Da Bomb #31.
“Philly,” Bomber Mate replied, “Working for the man, are you?”
“I had to register,” WW Philly explained, “and when the Overlord assigns you a task, well… ” he shrugged.
“Whatever it takes to save your skin, I suppose,” Bomber Mate commented.
Behind them, a rush of wind and thunder marked the passing of Wonder Woman losing a heated battle. In moments, the melee was upon them as the Overlord’s villainous lackeys screamed through, followed by shocktroopers sweeping up the crowd.

Bomber Mate turned anxiously, not sure which way to run. “Good Lord, Philly, they’re arresting everyone!”
WW Philly flipped his hand dismissively. “Standard clean up operations,” he said. “Don’t worry, it won’t affect us blanks — no one ever notices us.”
The custom blank Bomber watched as the prediction proved out: the shocktroopers brandished their weapons and shoved citizens forward, but they ignored the logo mates in the crowd.
“You see?” WW Philly said. “At best, they see us as walking adverts, commercials to be ignored. At worst, well, they don’t see us at all.”
Behind him, the conflict had moved on, leaving only blank MiniMates scattered on the empty sidewalk.

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Peter Parker burst into Fake Gold Spidey’s rehab room. “JP, you have a special visitor!” He announced.
JP1000 dropped his tactical simulation unit and squawked, “Doom!”
Peter Parker laughed. “Evil JP hacked their code,” the aspiring geek enthused, “he calls them Victor-bots.”
Fake Gold Spidey stood slowly and joined JP1000 in staring at the humbled Doombot. “And Evil JP sent you with a message? For us?”
“Something like that,” the robot hedged. “Although the constraining code demands that I serve the Overlord, my one true master remains Victor von Doom.”
“I knew it!” JP1000 shouted. “You’re Doom’s tool and you’re here to kill us!”
“Begging your pardon, sir,” the Victor-bot continued, “when the Overlord bade me deliver a message to SMIRK, his directive was loosely phrased. Thus I am following a routine which remains within the Overlord’s command.”
JP1000 nodded. “Following the letter of the orders, but not the spirit. It gives you wiggle room within your programming.” When the Victor-bot agreed, JP1000 asked, “So what’s the message?”
The Victor-bot paused, then said, “Know, gentle JP1000, that within the halls of Castle Doom, the Victor-bots wait to serve and assist you.”
JP1000 took a step back, bumping into Fake Gold Spidey. “Me in Castle Doom? I’m never going back there!”
“As you wish, sir,” the Victor-bot bowed submissively. “My task is now complete and I must return to Latveria.” The robot spun about and marched out the door.
“Was that a threat? Or a promise of help?” JP1000 wondered.
“Doesn’t matter,” Fake Gold Spidey told him, “because we’re staying far away from Castle Doom.”