Dominatrix Theory

"Do you want us to be quiet, or do you want us to answer questions? We can't do both at once," Lisa said.

Billy facepalmed. "You _know_ what I mean."

"What's this all about?" James asked, blinking against the light.

Billy was joined by a woman, dressed in black leather, fishnet stockings, spiky black hair, and white makeup. _So that's where the cuffs came from,_ James guessed.

"The robots!" the woman said. "Invading our country…kidnapping people…taking our jobs…"

Lisa stared. "Your jobs?"

"My sister has issues," Billy said apologetically.

"She has _subscriptions_," James muttered.

"It's industrial automation run amok!" the goth-inatrix insisted. "Little robots making bigger robots making bigger robots who are out to kidnap and replace us!"

"Catalogs," James corrected himself.

"The sad thing is, from a certain point of view she's kind of right," Lisa murmured.

"So now you bastards are gonna tell me—" The woman choked back a sob. "—what have you done with Chase? _What have you done with my slave?_"