"That's 34 robots down already!" Sergeant Dust stomped around the studio, watching his men tidy up the bar on one of the screens as he chomped a packet of crisps. "This is going to be a good show."
Sia slipped on a leather jacket. "What makes you so sure about that?"
Sergeant Dust folded his arms. "I just know." He lit up a cigarette. "Would you like one?"
She scooped the cigarette with her fingers. "Thank you."
"So, you're not giving up then?" Sergeant Dust asked. "You said you were giving up today."
"I know," she said, stroking his cheek. "But I won't say no from such a wonderful gentleman such as yourself."
Chuckling, he sat on a chair and wheeled himself over to the bottom screen with two n***d ladies. Sia blocked the screen, winked at Sergeant Dust and pulled his collar. "I see
