[At which moment, a 9-foot-tall robot walks into the room like an inspector prepared to give a disappointing performance review. Minimus holds his precious planner in one hand, multi-color pens in the other, lantern hooked on a built-in latch on his hip. There are supplies to manage, rooms to organize, and this mess of blankets will irritate him until the problem is addressed.]
Pardon me. [With little warning, he sets his planner on a crate and pulls out a blanket to shake it vigorously before folding it. It takes skill to have the edges meet exactly. Skill and perfectionism.]
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Pardon me. [With little warning, he sets his planner on a crate and pulls out a blanket to shake it vigorously before folding it. It takes skill to have the edges meet exactly. Skill and perfectionism.]