Robot

On Monday evening Scott and I went over to Matt and Cassy's house for dinner. Penelope, who was supposed to be taking a bath, suddenly appeared in the hallway, stark naked. She was moving her head and arms in short, jerky motions, and saying in a monotone voice, "I-am-a-robot. No-one-may-pass. I-am-a-robot. No-one-may-pass."