Roomba’d
The Roomba?
The thing is a freakin’ murderbot!
The infernal Roomba had me cornered, treed on the table as it maniacally rammed the table leg in an effort to knock me off so it could get me.
It beeped sullenly, then motored off.
Quietly I stepped down off the table and made my way across the room.
Behind me, I heard the whirring of tiny motors.
Then an excited beep.
I bolted, mowed down several plant stands and a very surprised cat as I fled to the safety of the stairwell.
The Roomba couldn’t handle stairs, I’d be safe!
Unfortunately, I’d gone down the stairs rather than up the stairs.
The Roomba gave an excited beep as it rocketed off the top step and launched into space!
In terror I turned around in time to see the spinning brush on the underside aimed right at my face!