Lemme buy those shoes.

This realtor is not a realtor

He smacked the stack of bills out of her hands. "The hell with that you cannot buy me feather head". Locus had always been impetuous and hugely defensive of his pride. The well dressed realtor bot had offered him a whole lot less than market price for his shoes. That was surely not going to fly and he let her unliving dead eyed feather headdress robotic self know it.

The realtor bot of course just kept smiling as she repeated her offer. "Company Jasper will buy your shoes for the ultra low price of ten cents". She still had her hand out proffering the cash that Locus had already knocked to the ground. Repeating the offer was truly infuriating to Locus who was especially invested in his Silicon Edition two gamer shoes.

"Time to dance" he said as he whipped his hand behind his back and pulled the snub nosed slug thrower. Showing her the dance moves, Locus stepped in close to the bot and pressed the snout of the gun right up to her forehead. The headdress she wore was decorated with artificial feathers in the new Neon style and the gun smacking into her made the feathers jiggle wildly.

"Now dance!". Locus pulled back on the trigger expecting to loose a couple rounds into the insulting bot. Only the bot swayed her head just slightly to the right. Out of the line of fire and then she fired her fist into his stomach. The same hand that had been held out in below market offer of money for his shoes. She did not make a single sound as she assaulted him. Doubling over in pain, Locus noticed he could not even hear the sound of her motors. Just like that he realized that this was not a regular bot. This was a combat bot. Probably recycled and definitely deadly.