Good Morning, Epsilon

[thebakerwedeserved]

As usual, my day began with shooing my "fanclub" off my front porch. I don't even know why they keeping coming around; it's not like I haven't made my feelings about them perfectly clear.

"Get the hell off my porch!" I shout, poking my head out the window of my recharging room. One of them starts shouting something up at me, but I don't have time to listen. Somebody has to open the cake shop up for business, and today, that somebody is me. Which is why I cut the lecture short by dumping a bucket of water over my "admirer's" head.

"Stow it!" I shout down at him. "I'm sick of you guys coming around and telling me I'm wasting my potential! It's my potential to waste, not yours! Now get out of here before I call the damn cops!"

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[specialguestvillains]

"You go first thing now." Penta pointed away from the shop, scowling an even deeper scowl that his face could barely contain. The job assignment algorithm would have given him an employment prediction in professional glaring if such a thing were economically viable. "Get this taken care of and don't come back into my shop until you stop being more of a burden than a benefit."

[thebakerwedeserved]

"I'm not a --" Epsilon's mouth shut with a click as his brain caught up with his irritation. As long as h was earning Penta fines instead of profit, he basically was a burden. He gave his employer a look that, if his co-workers had been there to see it, would have left them completely speechless. He wasn't exactly a bot known for his humility.

"I'll go right now," he agreed.