"Hi--" There was an electric crack when the robot's throat exploded in a shower of sparks.
She (Because she was unnervingly lady-like) looked at me in panic for a moment and ran around the room, opening drawers and throwing them away when they didn't have what she sought. After covering my bedroom with undergarments, she found a piece of paper and a ball pen and used them to write.
"Hiiiii" She showed me the paper she had written in. After a moment's through, she added something: "Hiiiii~" She smiled in a way that could've been called seductive if her "Lips" had been more than three small metal bars, three down and three above.
I only stared at the two little robotic hands that had sprouted from her horn, mouth half open. I am sure that, had I been a robot myself, I would've had a blue screen in my face.
"This is so stupid," I managed a few minutes later.
