“Here? Here’s Sellbot HQ. We’re one of four types of cogs, and we’re business bots.”

He
took out a piece of paper and scribbled down some symbols. A circle
with three bars in it. A circle with a dollar sign. A circle with a
gavel. And a circle with a tie.

“See, us Sellbots are the ones
who go out and do the advertising. Cashbots are the ones who handle
money, Lawbots are the ones who fuss over the legalities, and Bossbots
are. Well. Our bosses.”

The VP seemed to roll his optics at the last ones. He had contempt for them.

“I’m,
however, a special type of Sellbot in that there’s only one of me, and
I’m the Senior Vice President of Sales. You may call me the VP though.”

The Repairman pulled out a clipboard and began writing this down, with a few very rough drawings of the symbols and the VP.

Well, now he had a vague idea of where he was. A land ruled by corporate robots, by the looks of things. An odd place for fourth wall breaks, though…

“Um,” he began, trying to choose his words carefully, “so what do cogs do for business?”