11.04.2010)

Fred: Mr. Schmidt, may I come in?

Mr. Schmidt: Ok, what happened?

Fred: The incident that happened three days ago is true… Something's wrong with our animatronics…

Mr. Schmidt: I don't understand what you mean…

Fred: We visited the hospital today to check on our janitor, who was hurt for some supposedly unknown reason. He told us that while he was cleaning, one of the animatronics activated and started wandering around the restaurant. At first, he didn't pay much attention, but after finishing up and putting everything back in the storage, the animatronic appeared at the door and attacked him.

Mr. Schmidt: Are you sure this is true?

Fred: Yes! The doctors managed to save him. When we arrived with the police, we found him in a pool of blood. He barely survived!

Mr. Schmidt: Then we need to check our animatronics immediately.

Fred: How? We don't have any mechanics anymore.

Mr. Schmidt: What do you mean we don't? What about Mr. Brown?

Fred: He quit and moved to another state with his family.

Mr. Schmidt: Oh… What about the others?

Fred: Are you serious? We're shutting down, nobody cares about this pizzeria anymore, and we're no longer working with Robotics Corporation.

Mr. Schmidt: I know...

Fred: By the way, why did you break the contract with them? Was there a conflict or argument?

Mr. Schmidt: No, we both ended the contract because of an incident in 2000…

Fred: Oh… That's why...

Mr. Schmidt: Alright, but what about the animatronics? We can't just throw them away.

Fred: But we can't sell them either. Everyone loves animal animatronics now. Don't forget, we've already sold the pizzeria. We only have a week left.

Mr. Schmidt: I know, I know… But I don't get it—if something's wrong with one animatronic, there might be issues with the others too. Listen, could you try to repair them or at least inspect them?

Fred: I don't know how, sorry.

Mr. Schmidt: Alright, Fred, you can go now. I need to think this over.

Fred: Alright, goodbye, Mr. Schmidt.

Mr. Schmidt: Goodbye.