Three interns sat around the table in the lounge, sipping their coffee and whispering nervously.
“I heard that new robot sent a bomb threat!” One, a skinny girl with mousy brown hair and small eyes hidden behind thick glasses said knowledgeably.
The others gasped, eyes widened and mouths forming an O, except one, who sneered. “Yea right! That little robot was made up by the top guys here. It’s just some publicity stunt, since the public has been losing interest in the company. Sure, there may be some new robot from an inventor not working for RobotsRule! But there’s no way it can shape-shift like Adam said... that’s just not possible.”
“Oh. So you’re saying I am a liar?” Said a voice from the door.
Everybody froze and turned to face a short little boy, who was leaning against the wall with a dark, dangerous look on his face. He approached the intern that had called him a liar and, first getting on top of one of the metal folding chairs, glared at him.
“Well?”
The intern gulped and tried to explain. “Uh, you see, sir... I just can’t come up with any logical possibility of a robot being able to change shape.” He said bravely.
“But this robot isn’t any ordinary robot. I would explain it all to you, but since you wouldn’t be able to understand it, I might as well not bother. Now excuse me, I need some coffee.” Adam replied, glaring at all of them as if daring them to point out that coffee would stunt his already dismal progress in growth. The interns silently sat, examining their coffees until Adam finished pouring in three packets of sugar and left.

The second he closed the door behind them, they all began whispering ecstatically.
“I told you! That robot is the genuine thing!”
“He’s gonna make us all famous! The entire RobotsRule! team, including us interns, will be offered millions, if not billions to spill its secrets!”
“I’ve got to get assigned to one of the scientists responsible for him!”

“Ok... now what?” A small, desperate bug thought as it cowered under the toilet in a bathroom stall. It squeezed its many multi-faceted eyes shut and thought hard about how to get out of this situation.
It was no use. He came up with nothing.
“Ah well, I guess I get to be stuck as a bug forever then.” It figured, and longingly imagined the perfect disguise to get out of this building.
“Owch!” A deep male voice cried out suddenly.
Timothy clutched his hands to his throbbing head, which had hit the bottom of the toilet, then lowered them and stared at them in disbelief. They were very pale, with many scars, hairy knuckles and sausage-like fingers.
“What is going on here?” The male voice exclaimed, making Timothy jump, until he realized that voice was coming from him. He looked down, and saw he was dressed in old jeans and a white shirt proclaiming “Harry’s Carpet Cleaning Co.” Most horrifying, his stomach hung over the waistband of the jeans, hair circling the navel. Timothy held back a severe urge to puke, and smacked his head against the stall door and moaned in that deep voice,
“What have I gotten myself into now?”

“Ok, I have my chance to escape now... so I’d better get out of here before this... thing runs out.” Timothy murmured to himself.
He swung open the bathroom door, and found himself face-to-face with a man dressed in a labcoat and holding a newspaper. Timothy froze and planned an escape route for when the man called for security to get him back to the lab.
“Excuse me.” The man said impatiently, and shoved his way into the stall.
Timothy stood frozen to his spot, then ran out of the bathroom.

“Ok people. We must be on the lookout for any suspicious activity. It may be possible that the robot has found out how to change shape already. He could be anywhere.” Adam addressed the room of scientists and security guards, and everybody nodded.
The room cleared out, and Adam strolled down the hall, fuming over the robot’s escape. “When I finally get that piece of junk back, he’s gong to regret this- hey! Watch where you’re going!” He snapped at a fat man that had bumped into him, his stomach not quite covered by the “Harry’s carpet cleaners” shirt. Adam glared at him as he dashed off without apologizing to him, then continued to fume over more important matters.