“Are you still mad at me?” Thomas inquired as he stepped through the doorway. The tall silver robot walked across the room and stopped behind a sofa, on which another robot was sitting. He poked the other robot’s golden helmet, “Come on, I said I was sorry!”
“Poking me’s not gonna make me stop being mad at you.” The gold robot growled and moved further away from Thomas’ hand.
“Really? Guy-man! I said I was sorry! I didn’t know it was the last baguette!” Thomas moved closer to Guy-Manuel and proceeded to poke the irritated robot’s helm, “Forgive meee! Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!”
“I’m not forgiving you.” Guy-man crossed his arms and stood up. Without another look at Thomas, he walked away. Thomas thought he heard a noise from the short robot, although it was quiet; a sigh? Or perhaps something else. Guy-man left the room without another word.
Looking at the doorway, Thomas sighed and sat down on the couch. “Mon dieu! Little guy can be so stubborn sometimes,” He said to himself under his breath, “Eh, he’ll forgive me. Just needs time.” He reclined there for a few minutes, staring out a window and thinking to himself. “After all, I didn’t mean to take the last baguette, thought there were more.”
From the other room, there was a crash, and the sound of something falling. Thomas stood up and quickly walked over to the doorway, “Guy-man?” he poked his head into the next room, “Are you alright-Guy?!”
On the ground, Guy-man was writhing and twitching, as if having a seizure. The screen on his helmet was flashing random colors and emitting static, like a severe malfunction. Thomas got on the floor and took him in his arms, “Guy-man!? What’s wrong!? What happened!?” Guy-man turned his head towards Thomas with difficulty, twitching violently.
“Oh T-Thoma-!” Guy cried in between bursts of static, “I-I’m-error-mal-malfunction . . ! Dying-ing!” He grabbed Thomas’ hand, “T-Thomas! One more th-thing! Before I-!” Guy-man went into another burst of static. Thomas held him, trembling, waiting for him to finish his sentence.
“Look a-at the-!” Guy-man paused and was still, emitting only a single tone. Thomas froze and stared at him, not knowing what to do; when Guy suddenly emitted another burst of static, and continued, “L-look at the first letter of each paragraph.” After finishing that sentence, the gold robot stopped twitching, and his helmet stopped emitting random colors. He pulled himself from Thomas’ arms, stood up, and dusted himself off as if nothing had happened. Thomas stared blankly at his hands, where Guy-man had been dying only a few moments ago. Guy-man glared at Thomas, and snapped his fingers a few times in front of Thomas’ face to draw his attention to him. He crossed his arms, ‘DON’T TAKE MY DAMN BAGUETTES’ scrolled across the screen of his helmet in large, flashing red letters. He then turned and walked out of the room, completely fine.
“Son of a-! How did you-? Weren’t you just-!? Did you just break the fourth-!?” Thomas stuttered, “ What do you mean first letter of . . .” He stared blankly, processing the information. “. . . Merde!”