M•o was not pleased.
Foreign Contaminant ran across his vision numerous times. It seems like there was no end to it.
The dirt was everywhere! It went this way and that, left and right, forwards and back. There was so much of it. It could have been on the ceiling for all one could care.
But admittedly, that would be the last place he would want dirt. He wouldn't even be able to reach. It would be exponentially worse if it were, say, the top of the Lido Deck.
Fortunately, this dirt was highly based upon the floor; it did not go up the walls. There were no gaps in the line it formed, so whatever it was couldn't fly.
M•o cleaned without end, not paying a single mind to where he was, or the fact that where ever he was outside his patrol area.
But he felt justified; everything that came from Earth was subject to his jurisdiction. This was no exception.
And the very thing he was chasing suddenly brushed him as it passed. Unfortunately for the small robot, this sent him over the edge.
He had been on a small bridge, and was too close to the edge when the figure passed. He had fallen off.
It was only a few feet in his fall, so it didn't put any dents in his body.
It did, however, damage a hologram generator below.
The part that broke off would have to be welded back on.
He had come so close to ending the problem once and for all, and it passed him by. He didn't even see it coming.
M•o was not pleased.