And Rick's little robot heart swelled with pride three sizes that day.

"......."

But after Chili (and the bed) hit the floor Rick stared down at him for a bit. If he had a stick or a foot this is the part where he'd poke Chili with it.

"Yeah uh... good job. Keep up the good work."

Then Rick turned around and exited on his railing, whistling a bit merrily, not a hint of remorse or concern in his tune.

Good nice, sweet prince.