Mr. L was in his room, building Brobot for the second time this week. ‘Damn Mr. jumpsallthetime!’ he thought to himself, grumbling words in Italian for a while.

He put down the screwdriver, before he heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” he yelled, his voice thick with an Italian accent.

He got the blueprint for the robot, before squinting his eyes, trying to see the description properly.