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It was kind of a slow day at the shop until a little kid from the mainland brought in a yo-yo and asked Jessica to fix it. While it really wasn't a yo-yo repair shop or anything, Jessica didn't have much else to do, so she took the job.

And then she found out that the problem with it was WAY too many knots on the string. It wasn't long before Jessica started looking for string around the shop because the existing one was not salvageable.

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A (apparently very mobile) Roomba motored into the shop, buzzed around Jess's legs a few times, and quickly bumped into the string, which it started diligently trying to suck up.

"Hey there, little Roomba," Jessica said as she pulled the string away. "Are you a regular Roomba or are you my friend who turned into one? Because if you're Victor, sorry, but I had to report your misfortune to the island."

Seeming agitated by the question, the Roomba gyrated in place before spinning off behind a workbench.

There was a tiny flash of sparks, then: "It's me," Victor said, not moving an inch from his hiding place. "Um. Hi. What do you mean, you had to report it?"

He was pretty sure he knew what she meant, but it was always good to have such miserable suspicions confirmed.

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"It was my duty as a reporter," Jessica said, turning away for the sake of Victor's dignity. And also so he wouldn't see her trying not to laugh. "I appreciate that you came all the way out here to turn back into yourself, by the way. It brings us to a new place in our friendship."

Victor appreciated the professionalism -- or he would have, if he'd been looking even vaguely in Jessica's direction. He wasn't a particularly modest person, but that only helped so much when he was suddenly naked in front of a female friend.

"Guess I can't be mad about your dedication to the news," he said sarcastically. "So, is this a place in our friendship where you'd toss me the clothes I have in the cabinet with the busted keyboards?"

He'd brought in a change of clothes after the whole ballgown incident. It seemed like a wise idea.

"You have clothes stashed here?" Jessica asked as she walked over to the cabinet. "I'm not sure if that's crazy paranoid or really smart, but I guess it's helpful today."

"Yeah, there was this whole thing with oil and a ballgown and ... I figured better paranoid than in pink taffeta again."

It was a decision he was glad of.

The clothes in the cabinet weren't anything special, just a t-shirt and shorts. He hadn't been quite paranoid enough to stash shoes.

"By the way, what day is it?"

"Saturday. You've apparently been a vacuum for a week. But let's get back to the important thing. Oil and a ballgown?" Jessica said, grabbing the clothes and tossing them toward Victor. She had good aim. They were flung right to him. "I think I need to hear more about this."

Victor sighed heavily as he pulled the shorts on. He was still yanking the shirt over his head as he stood up.

"That's about the whole story," he said. "I was fixing something and accidentally dumped motor oil all down my front. I wanted to get changed, and Jarvis said the only clothes here were this princess dress. I'm, y'know, secure in my masculinity, so ..." He shrugged, face finally through the neckhole of his shirt. "Maddie and Tony saw me."

He'd get back to how he missed a whole week in a moment.

"That's not nearly the epic story I was expecting," Jessica admitted. "So, is your masculinity completely secured yet or do I have to keep looking away?"

"I wish it was a better story," Victor admitted. "And I'm decent, turn around whenever. What did I miss last week? Life as a vacuum sucked."

He was a little proud of himself for that one. Unfortunately.

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"Classes. That's about it," Jessica said, turning around. "If you we're going to miss a whole week, this was a good one, because it was as quiet as a ninja mouse."

"Which is 50 times quieter than a regular mouse," Victor nodded. (And now he was wondering if anybody had a pet ninja mouse, because that would be badass.) "Wow, sounds like I maybe had the better end of the deal."

"Well, that depends," Jessica said. "How much stuff did you suck up over the past week, and do you feel an unbearable urge to sneeze right now?"

"Actually, I don't want to sneeze that much, but my mouth tastes like I licked up a lot of stale Cheetos," Victor said. "So now I know what the student diet's made out of."

"I wish that was more surprising. And less disgusting," Jessica said. "Well, now that you're back in this shape, do me a favor and stay this way a while? No offense to your usefulness as a Roomba, but you're better this way."

"I'm a big fan of having hands," Victor nodded emphatically. "Also? Not a lot of processing power on a Roomba. I'm sticking with human-ish me as much as I get a choice."

"I hadn't even thought of that aspect of it," Jessica said. "So now I have to wonder what the world is like when you're a Roomba. Is the world broken down into things to vacuum and things to leave alone? Are you scared of the outdoors?"

"Outside is okay as long as you stay on pavement," Victor shared. "But stairs? Stairs are your enemy."

He made an illustrative little gesture with his hands, tumbling them one over the other.

"Besides that all you really care about is how far you can go in a straight line. I got caught under chairs a couple times."

"That happened to me once. I mean, I was still human so I was able to move the chair easily. But still, I feel your pain," Jessica joked.

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