My Cabbages VI

Jill pounds up the road in the wake of ROOMBA’s wash, cabbages strewn on both sides of the road. She seems to be pulling a small four-wheeled contraption behind her.

“ROOMBAAAAA! YOU DID NOT GET AUTHORIZATION FOR THAT!!”

She nods at you as she speeds by, her four-wheeled machine trampling any semblance of good cabbages left by ROOMBA, oblivious to the predicament of your new friend Baba.

“The rest of…MY CABBAGES!”