“Www—w-w-w-w-w-WINNER!” the robot clicked. He turned his head to the side and slammed one more button with his fist, which made the speakers explode with confetti and bubbles of every color.

	The crowd burst into applause as Benson and Skips’ auras faded and the roller rink started looking normal again. Mordecai, Rigby, Margaret and the rest of the crew rushed to congratulate the two on their victory.

	“Holy cow, Benson!” Margaret shrieked with excitement. “I had no idea you could dance like that!”

	“Yeah, and Skips, Jesus, man!” Mordecai added, shaking the yeti’s hand and patting him on the back.

	Rigby tugged at Skips’ jeans and begged: “Teach me your ways!” before collapsing on the floor, overwhelmed with awesome.

	They heard a loud sound like steam being released from an enormous can, and the DJ’s booth split in half and released its inhabitant face first into the ground. He twitched for a few seconds while everyone watched. Then, he got to his feet as if being lifted by a rope from behind. He adjusted his tie and did a businessman’s strut towards Benson and Skips. He reached his hand out straight and his smile glowed bright, blinding all six of them.

	“Hh—h—h-h-h-HELLO! Dancer. Nice. To…. MEET YOU!” the robot twitched at Benson.

	Benson looked at the thing, very confused. The robot offered its hand again and tilted his head to the side.

	“He wants you to shake his hand,” Skips said.

	“I know, I know,” Benson said, reluctantly grabbing his hand. He was afraid of electrocution, but to his surprise, the bot’s hand was soft, like flesh.

	“N…N-n-N-INGGG-NAME PLEASE!” the robot creaked.

	“Benson,” the gumball machine said with a smirk.

	“Fffffffffff… FELLOW AUTOMOTON! GOOD sss… STUFF!” the DJ buzzed.

	“Thanks,” Benson said, warming up to the strange robot.

	“Ssss-s-ss-SOUL! S-s..s.sSELF EXPRESSION! T-tht-ht-d-d-DRINK PLEASE,” it said, getting frustrated with its own speech impediment

	“Uh… here,” Mordecai said, handing the robot his plastic cup of water.

	The robot splashed him self in the face with the cup and his sizzled. Sparks flew off his face, and the lights in his eyes went dim for a moment. A low whir beneath his face signaled that he was rebooting, and he sprang back to life with a long electronic sigh.

	“Ahh,” he said, in a much more audible twang of a voice. “Much better. As I was saying…”

	“Wait, you’re a robot, you just splashed yourself with water,” Benson said, imagining the pain. “Isn’t that extremely dangerous?”

	“Dangerous? Sure, but I was overheating,” the DJ said joyfully.

	“Don’t you have a cooling system?” Benson asked, befuddled.

	“I took it out!”

	“What? WHY?!” Benson shouted.

	“The breaky voice sounds super cool,” he replied, smiling brighter and closing his eyes.

	“Right,” Benson said, still confused.

	“Anyways, as I was saying, good stuff friend!” the robot crooned.

	“Thanks,” Benson said. “Hey, it’s good to meet a fellow musician, was that your stuff by the way?”

	“Yes,” the robot replied. “My music! Like disco, but non-organic. Still though, full of soul!”

	Benson nodded in agreement.

	“Like you,” the robot continued, pushing his finger against Benson’s chassis. “Non-organic, full of soul! Proves. Them. Wrong!”

	“Thanks…” Benson said, noticing the confetti leaking out of the robot’s sleeve.