“Oh, it’s because I’m the Sellbot Boss, and also because as a result of taking over toon buildings we kind of? Put the shopowners in a cage? And keep it in my tower office? And have it there even during Promotion? I don’t know, that’s just weird and I didn’t really even suggest it but I guess that’s what happens. Then I have all the fun damages to be repaired and placed back up there, hoo hoo. Been this way for twelve whole years as of December 19th, 2003!”

He let out a sigh, his head spinning to its frowning face, although his expression changed from one of anger to one of glumness.

The Repairman merely listened, his eyes widening in unpleasant surprise. This boss didn’t just rematerialize back on top of the Tower? Kidnapping was a regular thing? For twelve years?

The Repairman was at a loss. It didn’t seem best to tell the VP that his subordinates come back, given the giant cog’s own experiences. It would be worse still to tell him it was part of a video game. And he couldn’t really say anything about the endless war; he hadn’t seen it.

All he could think of to say was, as calmly as he could, “It’s not your fault.”

With that, he extended an arm out towards the Vice President, in what he hoped was a kind enough manner.

And then lost his balance and fell off the desk with a “WAUGH!”