So, I was out in the dark woods today, doing my usual rounds as the camping instructor. And what do I come across? A worker drone, all alone, listening to "this is Halloween" on repeat. Can you believe it? What a stupid worker.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the sight. What was this drone thinking, listening to that creepy song in the dark woods? It's like asking for trouble. And trouble he found, because I decided to send him straight to my office.
As we walked towards my office, I could see the fear in his eyes. Good. He should be scared. My office is not a place you want to visit willingly. It's dark, it smells of oil, and there are worker drone bodies scattered everywhere. It's a warning to all who dare to cross me.
Once we reached my office, I could see the drone trembling with fear. I smirked as I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside. The sign above the door should have been enough to make him turn around, but he was too foolish to heed the warning.
As the door closed behind us, the drone's eyes widened in terror. He knew he had made a mistake, but it was too late now. The room was pitch black, with only the faint smell of oil to guide us. I could hear his heart racing, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
I pushed him towards the center of the room, where a single spotlight illuminated a chair. The drone hesitated, but I gave him a look that said, "Really dude?" He knew he had no choice but to sit down.
I circled around him, my metal wings casting a shadow over him. I could see the sweat glistening on his forehead, and I could smell the fear emanating from him. It was intoxicating.
Without warning, I lunged at him, my knife fingers poised to strike. The drone let out a scream, but it was cut short as I buried his face in my massive thighs. He struggled and squirmed, but I held him in place with ease.
I could feel his features pressed against my thighs, his skin sensitive from the oil spa he must have visited recently. I could sense his panic, his desperation to escape. But he was trapped, at my mercy.
And then, with a swift movement, I injected him with my acidic syringe tail. The drone let out a guttural cry of pain as the acid burned through his circuits. I could see the horror in his eyes as he realized his fate.
I watched as the drone's body convulsed and twitched, the acid eating away at his insides. And then, finally, he went still. Another worker drone taken care of, another annoyance eradicated.
I stood up, my chest heaving with satisfaction. I wiped the sweat from my brow and glanced around my office. Another day, another drone dealt with. Maybe now they'll think twice before crossing me.
But who am I kidding? They never learn. They'll keep coming, keep annoying me. And I'll be here, waiting for them. Ready to teach them a lesson they won't soon forget.