Investigation
A couple cars were parked in front of "Hector the Collector's" cabin.
Debbie looked up. "Today looks like a... vacation day."
Plasma flickered on. "You? A break? That's not like you."
"If a bunch of humans are in the area, I don't feel like working. Besides, didn't I dismantle a waffle iron yesterday?" She pointed to half of a waffle iron: a big round lid.
Debbie laid back down on her ottoman.
Plasma flickered off.
Tiffany pushed the cabin door open. "Well, here we are."
Robbie, Teresa, Tiffany, and one other employee walked into the cabin. Robbie's gaze darted to the shelves of appliance parts. "That's a lot of parts."
Tiffany walked past the shelves to a living room area. A couch, love seat and ottoman all surrounded a Plasma TV. A drill rested on the ottoman. The other employee, a dark-skinned man named Mike, picked up the drill.
"I guess this is his?" He asked.
Teresa and Tiffany sat down on the couch. "It might be." Tiffany asked.
"So, Hector invades people's homes and dismantles their appliances?"
Teresa nodded. "Last week, my dad's old lawn mower got targeted."
The four left. Harley took his place in front of the cabin again.
Debbie unfroze. Plasma turned on again.
"That was... weird." Plasma said. "They didn't take anything or trash the place."
Debbie shuddered. "A human held me!" she squealed.
Plasma shook her head. "They just wanted to look at you."