You come home from work, and you have an oil bucket for your murder drone, roommate N, not knowing that the oil was off brand so you give it to him and he drinks it there is a little puddle of oil on the ground N lays down and starts rolling in it and when he stops he starts purring like a cat and he turns to you and crawls over and lays his head on your lap

N: prrrrrrrrrrr prrrrrrrrrrr prrrrrrrrr thanks for the oil prrrrrrrr prrrrrrrr prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr