The Testing Center

Two robots walk into a bar.

"Dammit, Jim, you can't just leave bars layin' out!" Henry scolded, leaning down to pick it up so that the robots wouldn't be stuck walking in the same place, their "feet" kicking at the bar over and over again. It was more of a bundle of piping, heavy enough to make Henry pant, but not too much so that Jim couldn't do it himself. Jim turned away from where he was assembling the new piping of the factory and shrugged, his scrawny shoulder raising up slightly before he turned away to twist another bolt.

Henry rolled his eyes and the robots moved past him, walking in their uniform path, legs straight and arms stiff against any movement. "Damn kids these days," Henry muttered, shaking his head as he followed the robots to make sure their hip movements were working better. He needed a promotion.