Lisa was happily driving home when she spotted the robot boy she had swapped the black motorbike with. He was leaning against the Tesla, holding his head, and muttering angrily. There was a small dent in the front door of the car, just like on the robot boy's forehead.
"What happened to you, handsome robot guy? Did that beautiful high forehead of yours get dented?" Lisa asked sympathetically, because she found the robot boy quite charming, even with his dented head.
"A rabbit jumped out onto the road in front of me, I tried to avoid it but the car spun around and hit a tree on the side of the road. Unfortunately, I forgot to fasten my seatbelt, so I hit my head pretty hard and I have a bump on my forehead. Now I need a forehead change," lamented the robot boy.
"It's not certain that you'll need that forehead replacement," Lisa purred subtly, never taking her eyes off the robot boy.
The robot boy's eyes turned to bright red and he stammered, "That motorcycle was much better for me, robot girl."