“N-Nothing!” His fingers scurried to shove the magazines away from sight, his eyes wide and his body language tense as he chuckles nervously, “these were… uh… well,” he tried to find an explanation to the adult magazines in his closet where he kept his two guns, but quite frankly, the situation is as plain as broad day.

“Just forget about them! They’re just magazines…can’t you people let a robot live?” He groaned in mild embarrassment, his palms over his face to avoid yours.