Me: So, George, if you are just going to stay in the spare room when you do a cleaning run, I'll just have to move you and start you off in the kitchen.
George: Beep?
Me: Yes, now get on with it.
George: Beepbeddlebeep! /trundles around a bit exploring the maze of boxes.
Me: /Does stuff
George: / Finds his way out of the lounge
Me: I suppose my lounge does resemble a rat maze designed to test intelligence. Maybe you are smarter than you look.
George: BeeburpPleaseHelpRoomba
Me: What now? /goes off to search
George: I eated a sock...
