In a car lot full of cars, two not so earth made cars sit in parking spaces. A human jogs by them saying "Buick, Buick, Buick."
The valet stops in front of them and looks around like he's lost. He turns around and stares at the black SUV.
"That can't be a Buick," the valet says. The sounds of metal parts sliding and grinding against one another fill the air and the valet steps back. His eyes widen as the car turns into a twenty foot robot.
"You said this was a Buick!" the robot looks down at the small silver car.
"That's what the sign said on the car lot," the car vibrates with sound.
"I told you this wasn't the right one!" the black mech yells.