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Hung out at R's a bit tonight -- he was still running the Roomba when I got there, and while he was delighted with it, one of the Bluesmen was over and was Not Impressed. Pah!

And whoever said he was going to try to feed it stuff was totally right. Not change, thank goodness, but increasingly large pieces of tortilla chip. Yes, R has indeed reverting to subsistence on chips and salsa.

He loves that thing. He's bonded with it. We ran into Bland as we were walking back to my place...

Bland: What are you doing?
Me: Oh, just heading --
R: WALKING THE ROOMBA, OF COURSE.

Bless.

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How big of a chip can it eat?

Maybe R should name it.

Awwww, bless. :D

Walking the Roomba?

*falls over laughing* Oh, R! May he never change.

Has R named it?

It's like having a puppy, except it cleans up messes instead of making them.

Tell R I officially love him.
WALKING THE ROOMBA! XDDDDD Rightio, I'm taking ours for a walk tomorrow...

Do you have any idea how adorably domestic that sounds?

Also, I wish my room was big enough for me to justify getting a roomba. ;___; It would be like a wee pet! Only I could lock it in a closet when I got bored with it!

*pets R* It's a damn good thing that he's cute.

You're going to have to go to court to work out a joint-custody agreement. It's like having a baby after getting divorced.

Damnit, Sam, stop making me want a Roomba! I can't justify buying one when I'm not even in the damn country.

"Walking the Roomba" totally needs to be a euphemism in some Torchwood fic :D

I do hope you continue to keep in touch with R even if you're no longer roommates. Stories like these just can't disappear into the aether. XD

I'd suggest his indulgent and cleanliness-obsessed mother get him one. But then it occurred to me that it'd fill her with jealous rage – someone else is cleaning my son's apartment! And he loves it more than he loves me!

Did I or did I not wonder if he'd use a leash? I DID. **DIES DED**

And whoever said he was going to try to feed it stuff was totally right.

*nods sagely*

One day, you will be as wise in the ways of men as me, young ones.

Although the fact that he was feeding it actual people food suggests a much deeper bond than I expected, considering the scant provisions R must be surviving on in your absence. I mean, change you can get back, but chips wouldn't be edible, even for R, after they've been Roombahed.

R: WALKING THE ROOMBA, OF COURSE.

::splorfle!:: Oh, I do hope R never changes! :-)

Speaking of which, if "R" stands for "Roommate" and he's now your Ex-Roomate, does that mean he's become "ER" ? :-)

i really do adore him far more than I ought to.

I don't know what I want more, an R or a Roomba.

For some reason the last time you posted about R I had a really random thought. Do you ever have to think about his name before you say it in case you actually call him R? Lol, I'd get so confused. Same with Bulletproof temp and peeps.

I have a very random thought process...

well, at least now you know what to get him for christmas. :) Get the other blues guys to chip in.

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