It's your Scizor. She's wearing a maid outfit and holding a broom in her large steel pincers. Her expression is difficult to discern, but you get the feeling she'd like you to move. Maybe you're in the way of her sweeping? You step aside and she makes an appreciative buzz, then sweeps the hallway. You make your way into the kitchen where she has left a sandwich for you. The telltale signs of pincers are on it where she cut off the crust for you. Scizor takes good care of your home, and you.