Unlike Sucktiago, Suckyer was already getting down to business. Some said he had no idea how to have fun and relax. Their good friend George Car-lin told him he needed to look out the foggy window and daydream more often. But Suckyer was too caught up in making sure his squad wouldn't suck in the Suck-enger hunt.

Or maybe he should say they would suck? Vacuum slang was confusing at time, but he took comfort in knowing no matter how much vacuum slang sucked, it would never be as bad as humans saying they 'literally' died. At least a vacuum sucked with everything they did, so it was a literal statement. (For realsies this time.)

Suckyer shook his head in annoyance. I don't have time to deal with this! I have to practice for the Suck-enger hunt!

Suckbastian was with him, working on dodging a set of obstacles to shave off a few seconds of backing up. "How was that?" he asked.

He blushed. "Umm… I wasn't paying attention."

"Come on!" groaned Suckbastian. Then, the other scout sighed, approaching him to where they could meet sensor to sensor. "I'm sorry, just… I know you better than that. Typically, you have the focus of an eagle! What's on your mind?"

Suckyer backed away. "Nothing! Why would you think that?"

"I just explained," he tittered. "Maybe your focus isn't so good after all." An idea formed in Suckbastian's head, his sensors flickering for a moment. He knew what would get Suckyer to open up. "I mean, if you can't even explain what's wrong, your social skills must suck as well."

"No!" he exclaimed, blushing. "I can talk perfectly fine!"

He gave a quick playful smirk. "Really? Prove it."

Suckyer shook his head but realized the wall he had been bumped into, just like the ones they wanted to avoid. "Fine. I am worried about Suckphia."

The younger scout rolled his eyes, laughing once more. "Don't you mean the 'Suckmaster 8000?' I'm sure she's fine. She's having the time of her life!"

"It's 9000."

"Come on, you know what I mean."

"Fine," he nodded with a grin.

Suckyer continued, not wanting to take a break from training but figured his best friend could help him sort his thoughts out. "She's wasting all her time fangirling over that rusty old vacuum. If she doesn't practice, how are we supposed to win? She already doesn't see too well. If any of us should train, it should be her!"

His friend sighed. It seemed nobody cared for Suckphia, no matter how hard she tried or how many lintshakes she brought to their meetings. Still, he did not want to hurt his best friend's feelings when he was trying to help him. "Buddy, we are in a fancy hotel. The Suct-inn of all places! There's a lint bar, a spa, a gym, and even more! Did you see that museum just a couple blocks away? Personally, the only reason I'm here practicing is so you aren't lonely."

He was quiet for a second. "I… that's not all of it. What if he's not all she thought he was? What if he doesn't live up to her expectations? Her little heart will be broken!"

Suckbastian pondered this for a moment. While he was happy to have their little friend's dreams finally fulfilled, he had a point. "Well, what should we do?"

"I have no idea," he remarked. "I guess we just train our hardest to cover for her?"

He grimaced. "Suckyer, you're my bro and all, but I was thinking about heading to that mall we passed. I want to check out the GameSuck. You can train all you'd like, but… I want to have a good time too."

Suckyer turned away. "I know. I know I need to lighten up, I'm sorry. Ugh, I must be the suckiest best friend in all of existence!"

"I didn't say that!" he gave his friend a nudge. "I just said you're my bro!"

The older Roomba laughed. "Thanks, bro."