Talk:Kikimora/@comment-26347931-20160323182511/@comment-26376061-20160330024413

"Morgan? Where's the roomba? I paid good money for that!" She stops sweeping, a panicky look on her face, before she smiles brightly. "No...I haven't seen it, Master, perhaps it broke down while cleaning underneath something." I, putting on my best poker face, pull out the remains of the roomba. "Oh really? Why did I find this in the garbage along with some feathers, huh?" "Um...THAT HUNK OF METAL WAS STEALING MY WORK! All it did was push dirt around and make messes worse! That THING would never be as good as me..." "So...you destroyed it." "Yes, I did! If I couldn't perform my duties as a maid, then I would lose my only chance at s-SERVING YOU, MASTER! You're so kind and strong and gentle...I got jealous of that piece of scrap metal, and DISPOSED OF IT. ANYTHING THAT GETS BETWEEN ME AND MASTER-AHEM...excuse me. I got rid of that machine, because it interfered with my duties. Please, don't buy another one, Master." She goes off to cook dinner, and I sit down to read.