The Wabbit met up with Wabsworth in his favourite shopping centre. Wabsworth liked to haunt around Euronics and change things. Then he would stand aside and watch people's amusement. He was just coming out when the Wabbit arrived. "I wanted your point of view," said the Wabbit. Wabsworth laughed, "You're in luck it's not lost!" The Wabbit grinned because he always appreciated Wabsworth's sense of humour. He touched Wabsworth on his arm. "Humour me," he said. "I've got bot trouble." Wabsworth and the Wabbit were great pals, so he paid attention. "What kind of bot?" "An advertising bot, "sulked the Wabbit. "The worst kind," smirked Wabsworth. They hopped for a bit. "Does it look anything like that fellow there?" Wabsworth looked back over his shoulder. The Wabbit looked too. "That's him, he's following me with annoying adverts." Wabsworth sighed. "I saw him earlier, he looked sad.
I tuned him up to be happier." The Wabbit waited. "Now he's got an annoying giggle," smiled Wabsworth. "Oh no, like everyone else," groaned the Wabbit, "Look out here he comes!" They snuck around a corner, "He seems attached to you!" commented Wabsworth. The Wabbit knew all about attachment since he'd studied a module on Bowlby at night school. "I'd like to lose him." Wabsworth thought about it and eventually said, "We'll need to electronically purge him, but that's easier said than done." The Wabbit smiled a smile that went on ever. "What's the middle of one location?" Wabsworth didn't hesitate, "That same location." "Thank goodness," replied the Wabbit, "I thought I'd have to leave the house."
