Retrieving a wheelbarrow from his garage, he carefully lifted the ball-form of the robot and put it in. The rest of the pieces were large enough that he could easily notice, but it'd be difficult to say if he'd be able to collect all of them.

After thirty minutes, he put everything he gathered in the wheelbarrow and rode it back to his cluttered garage. Gadgets and broken tools decorated the shelves and walls. Though, much of it seemed to have gathered dust.

With a grunt, he put the robot on the table and scratched his head. He had never worked on machinery before, especially not something of this caliber.

'An instruction manual would have been nice,' he thought, sweeping his eyes over the rest of the parts.

Before anything, he studied the shapes of the broken pieces and tried to fit them into the robot, like a puzzle. It had achieved some success, but since he didn't have super glue, they would just fall off.

With a sigh, he then spent hours tinkering with the robot before he was interrupted by his roommate.

"Hey Zack, did you leave the milk out again? It's turned green." Jones said.

With a wave, Zack responded. "Nah, I think it was one of the raccoons. I told you not to pick stuff up from the trash."

As if a light bulb lit up, Jones's face contorted into realization. " Oh yeah, I thought the kitchen looked different," he nodded to himself. "By the way, what's all that you're working on?"

"It's something I found on the trail. Maybe if I can fix it up, we'll have a proper maid around this house."

Jones stared at it for a hard second before sticking his finger inside of its gaping holes. Zack's jaw slacked in panic as he hurriedly tried to slap it away. As soon he made contact, a surge of electricity ran through both of them before they collapsed on the floor.