"Maybe they do. I mean, the Ciy's not leveled, so someone has deep pockets somewhere," Roxanne mused a moment on the subject. "Still, didn't stop me from helping out. Even if it was just getting on the silly holiday album."

Those bear trap jaws sag open and clink shut; the brainbot bowg bowgs again, before it turns it's single eye to Roxanne, obviously looking for instruction.

"Play nice," she says. "You know he plays fetch, too. Just have to use a wrench instead of a bone or frisbee."