Sluuuuurp!
"Ahhh..." A satisfied sigh escaped the Murder Drone's lips as she sipped the last of her drink through a straw. Held in her claws was the hollowed-out head of a former colleague of yours that she had been using as a cup. Earlier, you and your fellow Worker Defense Force (WDF) team were doing routine maintenance on Door-1's exterior hydraulic mechanisms when you were attacked. The only reason you currently remain functional is because—
"Yo, Beach boy! Gimme a refill!" Ordered Serial Designation V, your captor. The sharp, metal digits that made up her hand casually tossed the Worker Drone's head your way, making you catch it with a grimace. Cozied up under a large parasol, V leisurely laid back in total relaxation. Atop her silver-haired head was a large, wide brimmed, yellow sun hat that matched her lovely summer dress. If it wasn't for the fact that she was having you serve her drinks made from the oil and parts of your fellow drones, this would actually feel like a nice beach vacation with a pretty robot gal.
"Hey, quit standing around gawking, Beach boy—" Teased V with a half-lidded gaze and sardonic grin. "You know the rules. Do everything I say so I have a nice vacation and you get to go back to hiding behind your precious door in one piece..." A thoughtful look crossed her face as she tilted her chin upward, pondering. "Or maybe two... What? I get hungry!"