Two other maintenance robots were helping put the apartment's other appliances back in their places. He spoke slowly and carefully, letting his voice circuits regain their strength. No, Mr. Toaster. You needn't thank us. It's all in a day's work.
Some apartment gets shorted out, a red light goes on in our room in the basement.
So me and the boys come up and fix things. Then he heard the rhythmic, crashing sounds coming from the direction of the apartment's closed entrance. He whipped his optical scanner around, saw the imitation wood paneling of the doorway start to splinter. Entry Guardian XT-801 screamed in reply. It's just the firefighter robots we called.