Even robots have honor,

got it?

So that is what you meant.

"Whoa, whatcha doing showin' off on my turf, huh, bro? How 'bout you come into my office and we'll have a chat, huh?"

...is what you meant.

I have no idea why you're talking in punk speech, but something like that.

I see, I see...

... Boss, your hand.

Your tea is spilling all over, calm down.

W-W-W-Why a robot? W-W-Why did we make that robot in the first place? Did we even make it?

Wha?

Is my memory off? Did we even make it? Eh?

I don't even know anymore. My memory's disappeared. Boss' memory is gone. Poof!

Hey... stop hitting the cup on the table... it's annoying... hey...!