"Sweep my desk! Sweep! Sweep! Sweep!" the mean mistress screamed at Mecko, the mobiltronic robot. But he wasn't the kind of robot to pick a fight, so he just did it.
"Gabba gabba gabba gabba" Mecko's mistress blabbered on the phone while his brain tick-tocked in time to his sweeping.
"Gabba gabba gabba gabba gabba" she droned on.
"Sweep - sweep - sweep" his brain ticked, as he swept meticulously, mechanically, intricately. A fine job. But like any multi-tasking mind, he wandered from the word and generated personal thoughts, while his peripheral functions swept up the desk.
"Gabba gabba gabba" the mistress nonsensed on - not thinking of anything really. Some people did not even single-task. They half-tasked without a thought. Like his mistress. For the record, Mecko's chores were strictly platonic. She was not a mistress in THAT sense - thank all that was electronic! "Gabba gabba gabba gabba" she continued, never seeming to finish.
Mecko swept and swept. But he had dreams. One day he would be far from here. She would "gabba gabba" on. And he would be out there on the pulse of life, running the strobe at a techno-party.