As a maid, Dorothy Wayneright was dressed in the appropriate attire, and began making her rounds in each of the bedrooms to dust and clean. She hit Roger's room last, because she knew there would be more than just dusting and cleaning to be done... When the android approached his door, she heard a muffled cheer. She stopped in her tracks. Curious as she always was, she wondered what had the Negotiator so excited… Then she knocked, but there was no answer. She knocked again, but slower and harder; this time a voice from inside said loudly,
"KNOCK KNOCK WHO'S THERE?"
She then grabbed some keys from her pocket, opened up the door, and...There, on the couch, sat Roger Smith, Paradigm City's Top Negotiator, all hunched over in great concentration, working on his...video game. The stench of whiskey swirled from his mouth and throughout the room. His large hands grasped the controller as he huffed and puffed at the flat screen television.
"C'mon, C'MAAAAHN... MISSION COMPLETE, BABY!"
He tossed the black controller, and it landed at Dorothy's dainty, high-heeled feet.
"Roger, I wish you wouldn't shatter the peace like this," she replied flatly. Roger turned around swiftly and snapped,
"Hey sis, this is Big Time Car Thief. How am I supposed to be quiet?"
Dorothy kicked the controller forward with her small, pointed toe across the floor to Roger and he leaned forward, picked it up and kept playing. With nothing more to do, she turned around quickly and left the room. As she neared his door, a cacophonous shout of frustration shot through her sensitive ears. She placed her pale hands on the sides of her head and simply closed her eyes. Nearby, Roger threw his hands in the air and shrieked again for a good seven seconds,
"Aah, FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! I was soooooo close!"
Roger tossed the controller onto the floor, fake-sobbed into his hands and hunched over on the black leather couch.
"Uuuuh huh huh huh huh huh!" he cackled dramatically. After he was finished, the small slender android took her hands away from her ears. She walked over and stood in front of him. Dorothy's petite frame loomed over the distraught Negotiator. She only narrowed her dark eyes and said,
"You're a hopeless video game addict, Roger Smith."
She started walking away. The man calmed down enough to catch a quick glimpse of her small, perky rump. Much to his surprise, the red head looked over her shoulder and gave him a somewhat flirtatious smirk before she reached the exit. Roger hurriedly switched the game off and turned to her; his pants grew tighter as he said,
"You're a babe, R. Dorothy Wayneright! You know- you know- you know what? C'mere, I'll touch ya."
He put his hands out like claws, but Dorothy turned back and said coyly,
"You can't negotiate properly when you're distracted."
Then she disappeared and shut the door behind her. He folded his arms behind his head and sighed,
"Aaaaaah. Someday..." His eyelids soon grew heavier, then he drifted off to sleep.
