The two men were dressed in white with appropriate gear in the residential deck that were covered in long sheets that had been replicated by the Robot. The walls were coated in white paper. They were quietly doing away at skinning the deceased wild pigs and placing the fur into the large tub. Smith paused, briefly, then looked toward the younger man as though something had just occurred to him. Which it had, for that matter.

"William," Smith said.

"Yes, Doctor Smith?" Will asked.

"Shouldn't we remove the anus?" Smith asked.

"I don't know," Will said, with a shrug.

"Keeping the anus in animals will spoil the meat," Smith said. "It is the most bacteria inhabited part of the body."

"Have you done it before?" Will asked.

"It is the logical thing to do," Smith said.

"To every one of them?" Will asked. "That might not be wise with your back."

"Many as I can," Smith replied. "Booby, I need some rubber bands!"

The Robot came down the elevator then slid the barrier aside and wheeled in.

"Why do you need-" The Robot stopped then lowered his bubbled head. "Ah, I see. A cup of rubber bands coming right up."

The Robot clang his red claws together then in the blink of a eye, a golden cup with white bands appeared between his claws.

"Thank you, sir," Smith said, taking the cup.

"Do you need any further help?" The Robot asked.

"Not right now, Robot," Will said. "How about you go outside and do some patrolling."

"Affirmative," Robot said.

"I thought that's what he was doing earlier," Smith said, dragging a carcass over toward a chair with a knife wedged between his fingers.

"What were you doing up stairs?" Will asked.

"Checking for the last message from the Robinsons," The Robot said. "There was none."

The Robot turned around then turned in the direction of the elevator.

"Hold on," Will said. The Robot stopped turning back toward the younger man. "Robot, do you have any tapes regarding harvesting a pig?"

The Robot shifted toward Smith who was working his way around the anus after he had clipped the testicles off the corpse. The Robot turned his attention back onto the young boy.

"Affirmative," The Robot said. "Doctor Smith has the right idea." Smith raised his head up as he rotated the long anus out of the carcass at the mention of his name. "We must work quickly then place them into the freezers before they go bad."

There were hooks set up on to the cieling and the carcasses gently swung from side to side after being set up. The Robot acquired another tub putting it into the residential deck. Smith made a long cut on his first wild pig then peered it open. The blood was dripping down the unmoving, bumpy pink intestines. It made Smith sick to see where sausages came from. He shuddered then reached forward along the intestines to cut away connective tissue to make sure it was being done right steadily under and around the ribs. He looked over to see Will was adding another section of intestines into the tub while Smith was doing it slowly. Smith placed the knife onto the counter then reached out and grabbed it by both slides. With ease, the old man lifted it out of the shell and twirled.

The Robot caught Smith by the shoulders then carefully motioned him over to the tub.

"I could do that on my own, you narcissistic narwhal!" Smith retorted.

"Sure, sure, Doctor Smith," The Robot said, playing along patting on his back earning a smile from the younger man.

Will took out different organs of the body one by one giving a occasional glance over to see what Smith was doing to see that he was doing quite well on his own. That was a lie. The Robot was helping Smith with some details of the pig. Will followed along to the Robot's instructions that had been given and it wasn't wise to screw it up. Smith wasn't messing that up. He had all the reason not to screw it up. The three worked together in the residential deck gutting the wild pigs. Their googles were covered in blood and so were the white fabric decorating the residential deck by the time they had finished with the last wild pig and surrounded by materialized tubs. Will sighed, his hands placed on his hips admiring the neatly organized pig parts ready to be stored and thoroughly cared. The carcass's needed to be hosed down in a makeshift freezer somewhere like Cargo Bay C.

"That was a good way to spend our first day from the family," Will said.

"Professor Robinson would be proud of you," The Robot said.

"I am sure he will be after we meet up with him," Will said, as the sound of snoring grew loud and louder. "Don won't believe this."

Will looked over to see Smith had his arms folded sitting in a chair with his head pressed against his chest and hands clasped together in his blood themed outfit.

"We should all rest," The Robot said.

"You too, Robot," Will said.

"I do not need rest," The Robot said. "I must be on patrol."

"If that makes you happy, go right ahead," Will said.

"First," The Robot said, turning toward the old man. "I must put him to bed, Will Robinson. It is my duty to take care of him."

"Taking the legally his guardian business to a another level ," Will said, lowering his gaze with a sigh. "I didn't see that coming. . . The truth is, I saw it coming but not this soon."

"Go to bed," The Robot said, placing a hand on Will's shoulder. "Will Robinson."

The Robot patted on the younger man's shoulder then motioned over toward the old man. Robot slid the goggles off the man's face then the mask discarding them onto the table. Will slid off his one piece outfit making his way toward his quarters passing by his parent's cabin. He slid the cabin door open kicking off his shoes discarding them by the door. The Robot yanked them out of the room out of Will's line of sight and he promptly fell on to the bed with a sigh and fell asleep. The Robot moved a snoring Smith into his familiar cabin after getting the blood stained white outfit off him including his shoes. He slouched Smith's figure against the wall in his chair after managing to slide him into the nightie and applying the night cap. The Robot moved Smith onto his bed then turned him over and gently slid up the gray blanket over the elderly man's shoulder. The Robot whirred out of the room making sure to close it behind him.