Robots Page #3

no matter what you're made of.

My goodness,

what a remarkable legacy.

Concern for the common robot.

You don't come across old-fashioned

values like that anymore, friends.

And for good reason.

There's no money in it!

Hello? Memo to Bigweld:

We're not a charity.

That's why old fat face

no longer sits in the big chair.

He's a relic.

So I don't wanna hear another,

"Where's Bigweld?"

We'll see him next month at the

Bigweld Ball. He always goes to that.

Now, let's get down to the business

of sucking every loose penny...

...out of

Mr. and Mrs. Average-Knucklehead.

What's our big-ticket item?

Upgrades, people. Upgrades.

That's how we make the dough.

Now, if we're telling robots that no matter

what they're made of, they're "fine"...

...how can we expect them to feel

crummy enough about themselves...

...to buy our upgrades

and make themselves look better?

Therefore, I've come up

with a new slogan.

"Why be you when you can be new?"

I gotta tell you, I think it's brilliant...

...but, honestly, I'd like to hear

what you employees think about this.

- Hear, hear.

- Out of the ballpark, Ratchet.

Just don't look down.

Hey.

Get off.

Go on, get off.

Get off of...

Cappy, you haven't said a word.

- It gave me chills.

- Thank you, thank you.

- But...

- But?

I'm just wondering,

why would robots buy new upgrades...

...if parts are so much cheaper?

Oh, right. Well, that's easy.

Because as of today,

we are no longer making spare parts.

Do you know what I call robots

who can't afford upgrades? Scrap metal.

You see them on the streets,

misshapen and rust-covered.

They turn your insides out.

You wanna run home and scrub yourself.

Now, Cappy, I want your department

to push our new slogan.

In fact, I'm moving you

into the office right next to mine.

We'll be working very,

very closely together on this one.

- Won't that be fun?

- Oodles.

- Oh, so sorry, I...

- What the...?

Sir, I am a young inventor, and it has

been my dream to come to Robot City...

...and to present my ideas

to Mr. Bigweld.

Who doesn't seem to be here.

Gee, no, no. But while he's away,

he left me in charge.

Oh, well, then let me show you

what this can do.

I have a better idea. Why don't you

let me show you what it can do.

It can do this!

So how did it go?

What the heck

is going on around here?

Some highly polished jerk

is sitting in Bigweld's chair.

And you're sitting

on the sidewalk, magnetized.

Listen, I'll be back,

and I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

When you pick a lost cause,

you really commit.

Where do they make dreamers like you?

Get lost, freak!

All right, break time.

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