Rick was here.

How was that even possible.

That made no sense.

Flint was still not entirely sure what to make of Rick. He was a robot, but not the beep-boop-do-these-dangerous-science-tests type of robot. And he seemed to know a lot about hats. Flint could appreciate a man, err, robot who knew his hats.

He knelt down by the flailing robot eye. "Glad you could make it?"