Boss: "Oh, you poor BossBot, so hounded by rebels and rebel threats that you can barely build a sandcastle!"
BossBot: Smokes fake cigar. Boss: "I will build you a throne out of sand. I can move my body, and you cannot." Boss begins building a throne out of sand. Boss [to himself]: "It's hard to get sand to shape like a throne. How do those rebel children do it? Oh I better not let BossBot hear me complaining!"
