Comfy [Green... Day 2]

You whirred along behind your allies, the sentient chair and diadem, not entirely sure of where you're going but knowing that you'll have to plot someone's demise soon enough. Being as tall as you are, you don't see the glass on the ground until your wheels spin over them, and a crunch and a pop sound beneath you as you sink to the floor. You make an angry whirring sound as you reverse off of the glass and manuever around it. But not too far from the wreckage is a stapler, pristine and untouched. Your head spins around a few times before you snatch it up and go about your way. It will come in handy.

Once you get to your destination, your friend the diadem says, "This looks fun." You beep in agreement, lean back and let yourself capsize into a bean bag, squeaking and groaning as you sink into the fabric.

You feel something moving underneath you and then the bean bag explodes, thousands of tiny animatronics with huge ears bursting from within and running across you with their tiny little feet. They are a mere fraction of your size but still formidable, doing some damage to your exterior. And then they are gone as quick as they came, figments of your imagination.

(Or not. You still don't have a brain.)