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"Go back home you cursed robot!" I growled at the little disk shaped vacuum cleaner as it completely ignored my commands and spun in an idle circle, beeping merrily. "Bloody machine..." Sighing, I reached down and tried to grab the mischievous bot, when it suddenly spun away and made a mad dash across my living room, diving for safety beneath the sofa. "No! Gah! It'll be a week before I can get that damned thing out of there!"
Why, oh WHY was I the only person in the house that the Roomba did this to? Surely it could spend it's time better cleaning than trying to play hide and seek with me? Of course, that wouldn't be as much fun would it? Glaring at the lime colored light that flitted about under the couch, I shook my head and collapsed back onto my computer chair. With headphones safely ensconced around my ears, pumping Flogging Molly deep into my brain, I relaxed and opened up my instant messenger, determined to ignore the glorified vacuum cleaner and talk to Jace, or Jose, or whoever happened to be on. Of course, maybe I'd check my email as well... nah, too much work...
It should have been no surprise that the Roomba chose that moment to try and vacuum my foot, or that my resulting kick would miss the agile monster and instead jam my toe against the computer desk. "YEOW!" With an amused set of bleeps and blips, the Roomba once again dove beneath the couch. Muttering under my breath, I pulled my feet onto my computer chair and went back to chatting. But then the idea hit me... the perfect plan!
"I'll get you yet..." Smiling to myself, I sent a flurry of 'brb's and made a quick dash to the kitchen, where I filled my pockets with refrigerator magnets. "Let's see you get me now!" I chuckled darkly, relishing the taste of victory, knowing that the evil bot was vanquished! I quickly wiped the smile off my face as I returned to the living room, sprawling into my computer chair again, one leg over the arm, the other, a tantalizing target to my old nemisis. Laughing exultantly inside, I pulled my headphones on, and waited, watching the couch out of the corner of my eye.
Slowly, hesitantly, the infernal machine crept out from under the sofa, circling closer and closer to it's target, even as my hand slipped deeper into my pocket, grasping the magnets, hoping desperately my plan worked. C'mon, just a little closer, I thought, waiting for the Roomba to make it's move, knowing it had to. Suddenly it froze, and rushed back towards its home base, even as I heard the lock on the front door click open. "Honey, we're home!" My mom called out. The Roomba had made it safely to its charger in time to avoid suspicion. I glared at the machine, and sighed. "Welcome back! How was golf?"
This isn't over Roomba, my eyes told it. I'll get you yet!
The roomba refused to respond.
Why, oh WHY was I the only person in the house that the Roomba did this to? Surely it could spend it's time better cleaning than trying to play hide and seek with me? Of course, that wouldn't be as much fun would it? Glaring at the lime colored light that flitted about under the couch, I shook my head and collapsed back onto my computer chair. With headphones safely ensconced around my ears, pumping Flogging Molly deep into my brain, I relaxed and opened up my instant messenger, determined to ignore the glorified vacuum cleaner and talk to Jace, or Jose, or whoever happened to be on. Of course, maybe I'd check my email as well... nah, too much work...
It should have been no surprise that the Roomba chose that moment to try and vacuum my foot, or that my resulting kick would miss the agile monster and instead jam my toe against the computer desk. "YEOW!" With an amused set of bleeps and blips, the Roomba once again dove beneath the couch. Muttering under my breath, I pulled my feet onto my computer chair and went back to chatting. But then the idea hit me... the perfect plan!
"I'll get you yet..." Smiling to myself, I sent a flurry of 'brb's and made a quick dash to the kitchen, where I filled my pockets with refrigerator magnets. "Let's see you get me now!" I chuckled darkly, relishing the taste of victory, knowing that the evil bot was vanquished! I quickly wiped the smile off my face as I returned to the living room, sprawling into my computer chair again, one leg over the arm, the other, a tantalizing target to my old nemisis. Laughing exultantly inside, I pulled my headphones on, and waited, watching the couch out of the corner of my eye.
Slowly, hesitantly, the infernal machine crept out from under the sofa, circling closer and closer to it's target, even as my hand slipped deeper into my pocket, grasping the magnets, hoping desperately my plan worked. C'mon, just a little closer, I thought, waiting for the Roomba to make it's move, knowing it had to. Suddenly it froze, and rushed back towards its home base, even as I heard the lock on the front door click open. "Honey, we're home!" My mom called out. The Roomba had made it safely to its charger in time to avoid suspicion. I glared at the machine, and sighed. "Welcome back! How was golf?"
This isn't over Roomba, my eyes told it. I'll get you yet!
The roomba refused to respond.
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my roomba spent most of its life with a charger cord up its ass. We hardly ever used it, and its battery burned out when we tried to run it again.