“Well young lady, you better be glad, that y’all have that extension of power on y’alls hip, because I wouldn’t be giving alcoholic drinks, such as yourself.”

“Penelope, is this queer information true.” I ask in a slightly harsh manner, not on purpose, it just slipped.

“It might be a little true…” She whispers while looking up at me in an apologetic manner.

“I will just have to… (both the large human and Penelope cringe their faces expecting a consequence as a child that got caught stealing the cookies would, however as I saw this fear in their eyes, I decided to let this illegal act pass) let this pass.” I announce louder than I probably should have, leading the rest of the bar to turn their heads in my direction.

“Oh thank you Wrench.” Penelope says as her small body hugs my metallic and rusty leg. Her smile makes me smile.

“In the future however, such prohibited drinks shall not be consumed.”

“Okay Wrench, (she says apologetically, then switches to a robotic mockery) this request shall be requited” Penelope says while rotating three hundred sixty degrees, while moving her hands up and down in a mocking manner.

Then the fat human announced, “Yeah… robot…” It says this in a mocking manner too, but I am not as fond of it as I am of Penelope, due to the lack of wisdom he showed me by offering a Bud Dark to a minor, so I use my long metal arm to shackle it by the neck as I say,

“Sir, it is not appropriate to entrust a robot to understand the morality of how it is bad to give a minor an alcoholic beverage, so I intend to inflict punishment.”

“What are you gonna do to me… lecture me! Ha!” He proclaims so boldly.

This being thinks that just because it is made of bionetic material, that it gets to inflict verbal damage,

I let it know that this is not okay as I use my large strength force to smash it into the ground.

“Wrench, you can’t do that to people!”

“Why not Penelope? He undermined my power, additionally, I did not make it deceased.”

“No, you didn’t kill him, but it's the principle. He attacked you verbally, so you attacked him physically, it’s not okay.”

“Okay Penelope, information process, I will not physically attack my opponents, unless they physically attack me first.”

“Great, now you just gotta make sure you don’t kill anybody, whenever you fight back, soly in defense.” I nod my head in agreement, because though I don’t agree with her methods, Penelope is right, she’s always right.

“Okay, the drinks on us, you don’t have to pay, but could you help me up robot.” The large human asks (still rudely) stuck in the cellar of his adequate establishment.

“It will have to find means of its own to escape the solution he created.”

"Wrench, go help him.”

“Okay…” I help it out, as I jump down into the deep cellar, grab it, throw it up, and climb out of the cellar myself. Penelope gives me a look as she sips her foreboding liquid. ‘If I have to…’ I say to myself as I begin to apologize.

“I forgive you robot… Just please don’t kill me!”

“Not today,” I say menacingly, I will not kill him though, unless I have to.