Refrigerators and the robots that built them (Part 3 of 57)

I followed 1987 through the brand new door that appeared behind the refrigerator. Once crossing into the land of the robots I felt myself start to shiver. Robot land was a lot colder than I anticipated. I always expected Robot land to be about the same temperature as the world I lived in. *

*You are probably wondering why I had anticipated a Robot land. It's a legitimate question, to which I have a simple answer; I always prepare for the most ludicrous situation because I am employed in the disaster management industry.

I was hunched over, anxiously rubbing my arms to try and generate some heat, when I realized more about my surroundings. I was behind the refrig...no that doesn't make sense, I wasn't in the refrigerator, and the back of the refrigerator is usually pretty hot.

"1987, why is it so cold in here?"

"We're robots. It suits us better." he answered. After he realized I was struggling with the temperature of my new environment, he pressed his robot nipple and the top of his head opened up. He reached his robot hand into the new opening and pulled out a life-size polar bear and a life-size koala bear. Not only were they life-size, they also appeared to be alive (use of italics woulda been nice somewhere in this sentence). 1987 then reached down and pulled off his robot leg. With his foot in his hand he extended his leg in the direction of the polar bear. Before fully realizing what was happening, I heard the bang, and the polar bear's face exploded and the body fell to the ground. Then 1987 aimed his leg at the cute and cuddly koala bear and blew its head off.

I stood and watched in terror for the next 20 minutes as 1987 skinned both of the carcasses. After the twenty minutes, 1987 approached me and extended his hand to give me a brand new polar bear coat and a koala bear hat. He then said "Maybe now you can stop your complaining?"

I was still stunned but was able to force out a question. "Couldn't you have just pulled a premade coat and hat out of your tiny robot head?"

"Yes, John Bonser, I could have done just that." 1987 replied, and gave me a robot wink.

This is when I realized I was in some deep shit. This had nothing to do with robots' rights to own property. I turned to see if there was anywhere I could run, but there was total blackness behind me. I had no choice but to put on my coat and my hat, and after I began to warm up, I was able to gather myself. I followed 1987 as we began to descend a stair case, at the bottom there appeared to be a faint blinking light.