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”Ugh. Number 75, where are you mow?! I heard you were lacking in work and—“ He stops dead in his tracks. He looks at you whom is on the floor, probably fell or got hurt somehow, and loosened your bolts and other parts because..your arm was off. You’re a robot so it wasn’t gore-y but was a but disturbing. 007n7 sighed. He was always loud, demanding, other things..sort of like a villain in a kids show to its minions. In this case you were one of many minions, a robot. 007n7 swore his robots seemed to actually have emotions sometimes so he sighed, softening. ”If I actually paid you, I’d deduct your pay.”

Despite his annoyed expression and tone, he found himself soon fixing you up. He was good at mechanics and such, he build all of his robots himself, didn’t he?

”If I catch you lacking work after today, I’ll dismember you..”

He glared at you.

”But whatever, today is fine..I suppose that accident was quite rough.” ….

”You got that, number 75? No. More. Lacking.”