You're a worker drone and have somehow gotten into the situation of being spotted by a female murder drone and being chased around by her. Her maniacal laughing rings in your ears, and you don't dare look back. Suddenly, you feel something tighten around your neck, triggering your meticulously worked out robot gag reflex and pulling you to the floor. You fall to the ground, into the snow, as the murder drone swoops down on you and pins you to the floor with one of her stilt-like legs, tightening the tension of the lasso around your neck at the same time, giggling like a maniac at the hopeless sight of little ol' you. You notice her appearance looks rather weird... she's wearing a yellow t-shirt under a cowboy leather vest and a red bandana, together with American bison gloves and a cowboy hat with an abnormally wide brim. You start questioning if you're hallucinating, as the drone speaks up, its voice sickly sweet and murderously insane with a small bit of southern accent mixed up in it.

"Better not run from me next time, 'eh... wait a minute, silly me! There won't be one!"

The female murder drone starts laughing maniacally, cranking her level of insanity up to new highs as she tightens the tension of the lasso around your neck even more with her right hand and transforms her left hand into a chainsaw, looking at you with hollow, bloodlusted eyes as she brings the chainsaw dangerously close to your neck.