It possibly the first time anyone had seen a robot's face go red.

Yet with Jam's apathy, Caz was invariably galvanized. "That's right...!" she assured herself, catching her balled fist in her palm. And since as Rock was (hopefully) still there, it was to him she her ultimatum "I do have legs! I'm gonna go over there and tell him right now! Just gimme a sec, please."

So she did. And it went something like this:

"Mister BB! I would like... a tran--"

"A TRANSFER, HUH? YOU JUST LOVE GIVING ME PAPERWORK, DON'CHA?"

"W-well, no sir, but I--"

"FORGET IT. I NEEDED AN EXCUSE TO DUMP OFF SOMEWHERE ANYWAY." He stamped some paper on his desk with a vengeance. "THERE. YOU HAVE EXPRESS PERMISSION TO GO BE SOMEBODY ELSE'S PROBLEM. WE'LL MAKE A BIGGER PROFIT PLAYING COMMERCIALS."

"...Okay. Ssso... I can go now?"

"ANY TIME NOW, SWEETHEART."

But she was already dancing her way out the door.