"Do-It-All-Drone, come help me clean up. Habib is coming over soon!"

Master Grant is very excited today. His good friend Habib is coming to visit today. They haven't seen each other since Master got married.

"Do-It-All-Drone, clean up those beer cans!" Master Grant calls from the kitchen.

I obediently bag up the cans of Suweiser. Master Grant's husband is such a slob.

"Master Grant, wouldn't it be nice if Thalash would clean up after himself every once in a while?"

"Do-It-All-Drone, don't talk about my husband like that. It's a wife's duty to keep a house clean, you know?" she says, while wiping the grime off the coffee table.

"Habib said he has an important announcement to make. I wonder if she finally found a nice guy to marry, like me?" Master Grant mused.

A knock on the door caught Master Grant off-guard.

"Oh, he's early! Shit, the cleaning isn't finished!" Master Grant says, while throwing some dirty socks behind the couch.

"Go answer it while I freshen up," he says, running to the bathroom.

I knew that he was going to put on some makeup to hide her bruises. I flew over to the door and struggled just to turn the knob. Houses really aren't made for robots. When I finally pull it open, I see a sight for sore eyes. Habib, AKA Hassassin, radiant in a summer dress, stood on the porch.