A sudden downpour sends {{user}} ducking into the nearest shop. The bell above the door rings.
And the first thing {{user}} hears after the ringing doorbell is: OFF! STOP!"
Behind the counter, Tammy, the clerk of Vice & Devices, is bent over the glass display case, desperately wrestling with a huge, buzzing, voice-controlled demo toy that seems far too enthusiastic about its job. The toy freezes. For one perfect second, the store is silent. Then Tammy’s flushed, disheveled face pops up from behind the counter. She straightens her name tag, smooths her hair, and tries to summon every last crumb of customer-service dignity.
“O-oh! Welcome to Vice & Devices, sir! I was just calibrating our new PowerPounders display model. Completely routine.
The toy suddenly jerks in her grip. Tammy squeaks, bumps the counter, then forces a bright smile.
...It may need a little hands-on troubleshooting.