Chapter Two- The plot thickens
Dr. Orpheus was having one hell of an evening; literally and figuratively. His daughter, who he suspects of not doing what she says she is doing namely sleeping over at a friends house, left without leaving the phone number of Joannas house. It was also the anniversary of the day his wife filed for divorce.
This left our Dr. home alone, drinking the ambrosia of the ancient AZTEC GODS; this of course meant that he was sitting on his couch, fully clothed hell have you know, drinking a bottle of Tequila. He would have made a margarita but he had to use the last of his salt warding off DERANGED WITCHES who wanted sweet delectable MAN NECTAARR.
Helper, being the polite robot he/it/she was also programmed to ring the doorbell. The fear of thunder and the polite circuits in his/it/her cold metallic frame were at war. Finally the courteously programming won and the claw pressed the button next to the door of the Orpheus household.
Dr. Orpheus REMOVED HIMSELF from the couch, and answered the door. When he witnessed the sight of a scared and confused robot, Orpheus heart melted to see a member of the Venture family in such a vulnerable state.
Frantic beeping and booping proceeded to come out of the cold metallic mouthpiece of Helper, but somehow the Dr Orpheus understood the need was universal and dimensional.
COME IINNN! he politely bellowed, I WIL WARRRRM YOU UP with CHAI TEEEAAA imported from INDIAAA!