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The best thing about Farah funding the agency and Dirk running it is that Todd, as the sole “normal” employee, can go on strike at any given time.

… usually when they order pizza and Dirk refuses to just pick off the anchovies.

you cant be on strike youre the only employee YOU CANT BUY THAT MANY ROOMBAS AND EXPECT ME TO BE FINE WITH IT (dork-gently)

“But I’ve given them all hats!” Dirk shrieks back, for some incomprehensible reason seeming to think the argument is a convincing one.

The one in the rainbow sombrero bumps into Farah’s desk, knocking over her cup of blue pens, but only shaking the cup of red pens, which are further away from the edge. The pens clatter before the roomba, which grinds horrifically as it tries to suck them up.

“Can you at least stop covering the sensor that lets them know where they’re going?” Farah protests. She lifts her feet from the floor as the Rainbow Sombrero roomba moves on from the pens to try to eat her sock. The Rainbow Sombrero one is an absolute mess.

“I can’t help that he likes to be fashionable, Farah.” Dirk scampers to pick the Rainbow Sombrero one up, petting it like one normally would a cat as he walks away. “It’s trying to impress the Bowler Cap one.”

Farah stares at the Bowler Cap roomba that has been hiding under Todd’s desk for the last few hours. Todd discovered the only way to hold it still is to brace his feet on top of it, so the black bowler cap is somewhat crushed, though the roomba beneath it is still structurally sound. Meanwhile, another roomba zips by in a gray skulls-and-crossbones patterned head scarf that it trails behind it like a tail. At least two other roombas are making noises in the kitchen that Farah is afraid to go investigate. They sound like they’re having an argument over who gets to use the charging station.

“How are we supposed to put these on the tax forms, Dirk?” Todd hollers down the hallway, as Dirk retreats with his Rainbow Sombrero roomba held securely in his arms. “We only needed one!”

“We can’t split them up now that they’ve found each other!” Dirk yells back.

Todd yelps as the Bowler Cap roomba suddenly zips out from under his feet and goes whirring after Dirk – or, implausibly, perhaps going after the Rainbow Sombrero roomba? – Todd only has this thought as he rises from his desk to start going after Dirk, and sees a comparison can be made.

The thought locks him in place.

Weakly, Todd sits back down on his chair, struck by a sudden concern that he’s actually the Bowling Cap roomba in this scenario. Across the room, Farah is resting her chin on her hand, her eyes betraying a sparkle of amusement. The only well-behaved roomba in the room sits calmly in the charging station behind her, its neat and tidy page cap perfectly centered on top of its smooth, shiny surface.

“Don’t you say a word,” Todd warns, but there’s very little heat to it.

Farah walks around her desk to clean up her fallen blue pens. “Oh no, Todd,” she says, “I think the roombas say it all.”

I would literally sell my first-born for OTP roomba art 😂

Please note: the “Bart” roomba is a roomba with a purple plastic knife held onto it with a blue bandaid.

The Rowdy 3 roombas are all refurbished to look like fighting machines, but they have rubber rims around their edges so they won’t actually hurt anyone.

They don’t need a “Mona” roomba because she can just turn into one at will. :’)