Buzzing Rival

Stuffed on carbs, I walked out of the kitchen looking for some action. Then I heard it—a low, humming rumble crawling across the living room rug. A big black robotic vacuum disc was rolling right toward my path, spinning brushes underneath with a steady motorized drone. That sound sparked my gears immediately. I didn't back off. I stomped forward and braced my chainsaw arm right against its plastic bumper. Clack! The machine bumped my blade, beeped with a shrill whine, and spun ninety degrees away from me before retreating to its dock. That's right, move along. Nothing with a motor out-growls me in this house.