MAYHEM, yes, MAYHEM! (Well, I think)

As Caida raced towards Dellua thoughts raced across the alien space cat's highly advanced mind. How would he defeat a whole 2mb of processing speed? Why was the old cleaner's name spelt "Brice" with an "i" instead of "Bryce" with a "y" like everyone else? Did every random in Gore spell their name weirdly? Were Timothy and Yolanda actually married or was it all really a dream?
Hmm... some stuff to ponder there...
POW! Caida slammed into Dellua. POW! Caida fell to pieces due to his shoddy construction and programming, and lay on the floor twitching. Also because he had a piece of cat hair stuck in his cog.
"Phew! That was close!" Dellua mewed. The unghost-town-like accounting firm was cold and empty, much more like a fridge after it has been raided by a team of hungry dictionaries than like a ghost town. The alien cat's feet padded softly as he searched for a way out. There! A window left open in an office! He wandered into the office.
The door slammed shut behind him.
The window slammed shut in front of him.
Somehere in the middle of nowhere, and having absolutely nothing to do with this novel, a man slipped on a banana peel.
Alarm bells started to ring.
In the corner of the room, the robot Caida 2000 XB40 switched on and began to warm up menacingly. Don't ask me how this could be, just accept it allright!
By the way, Caida 2000 XB40 was a much better model than the original Caida. As well as being built by the CIA in a top secret silo somewhere in Vladivostok, it had a cool laser gun thingy!
Dellua knew he was in trouble.
But why would one accountant's office have so much high security surrounding it?!?!

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