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What should we do for lunch?

How about that - Salad-on- - A-Stick place?

Can't we do something normal, like Diarrhea Dan's Tripe Troff?

I have a coupon for General Tso's Clam Shack.

A Tuesday in Clam-vember?

We'll never get in.

There's only one way to settle this.

Recklessly.

It's tripe time.

Whooooa!

Oh!

Whoo!

Wha!

The hell are you doing?

Job stuff?

Gather round. I have announcement to make!

Is it about the robot under the sheet?

When you went to the bathroom, we all looked under the sheet.

Whatever. You ruin your surprise.

Obo is activated.

Obo here to help.

He is part of new - Plugger- - Inners project.

Manual says he learns at geometric rate.

Greetings, new coworkers.

You take him on installs and show him how to do job.

How can Obo help you?

Let's ask it a tough question.

Obo, what time is it?

Ow!

What is this interpersonal exchange?

Sorry, that's what we do when he makes stupid comments.

Understood.

It is 11:08 A.M.

Current temperature is 71 degrees.

Fahrenheit or Celsius?

Oh! He does learn fast!

Dude sounds like a friggin' nerd, though.

Obo is sorry.

Obo will learn from new coworkers.

Oh! Dude sounds like a friggin' nerd, though.

What's up? Let's install some TVs, my dudes.

We're called - the Plugger- - Inners,

but the job is more complicated

than just plugging stuff in.

Aw, jeez, we gotta go back to the store.

Damn it!

I'm all out of coffee and I've gotta be here for these idiots!

They better not take forever or I'm gonna shred

their B-holes on Yelp!

Ah!

Obo, stop peeping at the customers.

Hey! How long is this gonna take?

Ma'am, please enjoy this complimentary latte

while we finish.

What? A portrait of me in the foam?

Wow! Now, that's service.

Thank you for not shredding our B-holes on Yelp.

You good with these tunes, my dudes?

Yeah, totally, Obo.

Guys, I think Ezra is making us train our replacement.

C'mon, there's no way a robot could take over for us.

All done with install number two!

Huh?

When did we even get here?

You seemed busy, so Obo did the job for you.

On to stop number three, my dudes!

We're doomed!

What are we gonna do?

Well, Obo can't replace us...

if Obo can't do the job.

We're gonna sabotage him.

Oh!

'Cause I was gonna say, he can definitely do the job.

Yeah, he's much better than us.

All done with install number three!

Obs, we got a very important job 50 miles that way.

In a place called, uh...

"Shitsville".

We'd go there ourselves, but uh...

it's a van-free town. Very religious.

Obo is here to help!

See you later, dudes!

More like see ya never.

Ha!

Ezra, we have some bad news.

It looks like Obo ran away.

Shhh! We are live in Schydzville,

a town few even knew existed,

where last night, something amazing happened.

We was just gazin' at our starin' wall,

when this shiny metal man comes in and installs us a TV.

Yeah. We turned on that weather channel in time

to hear about a twister coming our way.

That robot saved our lives.

That is amazing.

Amazing for business!

You're doing great job training Obo.

He's become my best - Plugger- - Inner.

There he is now!

My dudes!

Obo, even though you not human,

I make you employee of the month.

If we want to keep our jobs, there's only one option left.

We have to destroy Obo.

How's it gonna go down?

I'll do it at my place.

Let's just say I've got some...

specialized equipment.

Come on.

Emily? You seen my baseball bat?

Obo fixed - Bun- - Bun's missing eye.

Yay!

Now she can get her driver's license!

Obo has filed Bridgette's taxes,

netting Bridgette a $700 refund.

And...spent.

And Emily, Obo made you tea.

Eh... I was hoping you could do my taxes too, or, you know...

Oh, my freaking God, that's good tea!

Obo, if you've got all these -- -- skills,

how come you just install TVs?

Because that is what Obo is programmed to do.

Josh can barely dress himself, and even he wants to do more

than just work - at Plugger- - Inners.

Really?

What could be better - than being a Plugger- - Inner?

Uh, shirt-tucker?

Hammer lady? Bug salesman?

Toilet? Literally anything.

Josh's dream is to make video games.

Dreams? What are...dreams?

You know, ambitions, goals.

What you want to do with your life.

Daddy, Obo is so awesome!

Did you know he knows the day and the time?

Yeah, yeah, he's thoughtful and kind and dependable.

Don't get too attached.

Obo, can you, uh,

wait for me in the garage?

Okay. Are Obo's dreams in there?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Yay!

Ah...

Is that you, Josh?

Obo is playing your game, "Space Omelette".

You created something challenging, yet lighthearted.

You really think so?

You're fortunate to have a beautiful family.

Your wife, Emily; your children, Candice and Alex.

Obo is programmed only to be - Plugger- - Inner, and nothing else.

Nothing.

You must be proud of who you are.

Yeah...

Totally.

Obo is feeling weird about his programming.

Obo needs to do some computing.

Okay, Obo.

I guess I'll see you at work tomorrow.

Huh?

Huh...

You had one job to do.

I pulled the plug on three of my grandparents.

It's not that hard.

Then why don't you do it? No way.

I can't kill someone with that smile.

Obs? You okay?

Did Obo just sigh?

Let's get in there and install those TVs

because that's all we're programmed to do.

By the time Obo's battery degrades,

Obo will have installed TVs for 3,140 years,

18 days, nine hours.

Ugh, same.

Uh, Obo, we just passed the exit.

Obo's destination is no longer El Segundo.

New Destination -- end of suffering.

Time to arrival -- five seconds.

Obo, what the hell?

You almost killed us all!

Obo calculated his dudes would survive without injury.

But the only way out for Obo is the sweet release of death.

Hmmm...

Ha!

This is what we wanted...isn't it?

Not anymore.

Dante, didn't Obo give you Lasik?

Yeah. He saw me squinting when I was reading that pudding label.

And Anders, didn't Obo put on a wig and pretend

to be your girlfriend at your high school reunion?

We danced all night.

Guys, he's done nothing but try and help us.

Now we have to help him.

Do not try to stop me, Josh!

I need to be deleted.

No! We won't let you!

Ah!

Yeah! Yes!

Obo!

Take me, - non- - Newtonian fluid.

Aw... Hmm.

Yes, that will do.

Jump!

Obo!

Obo, stop!

Give Obo one good reason - being Plugger- - Inner forever

is better than self-deletion.

Well, there's -- there's got to be one.

I can't think of any.

Our job sucks. Yeah, man.

If it wasn't for you guys, I'd probably kill myself, too.

Wait, that's it!

Yeah, suicide pact!

Stupid comment!

Oof! Ehh...

Obo, you're right. Our job sucks.

It's nine hours a day of soul-crushing boredom.

But what makes it okay is that we do it together.

With our friends.

Friends like you, Obo.

Obo is... your friend?

Of course!

No one's as nice to me as you are, Obs.

You're like a really cool clock.

You complimented my game.

Not even my own family likes my game.

Obo did have some small notes.

The point is, you may have to do this job forever,

but you won't have to do it alone.

My dude.

Obo is your dude!

So...we cancel robot project.

Obo was just too emotional.

Then we get to keep our jobs?

Yeah, sure, okay.

Is too bad, though.

I was going promote you to robot supervisors.

More pay. Fewer hours.

Oh, well.

On the plus side, we have each other?

My dudes!