Fashionable robot

“Robin, you study here often, are there a lot of people in here around this time?” Asked Sam.

“Not that many, really. Some stay really late to work on their projects, but with our soccer match tonight I highly doubt that anyone would-“

“COME TO ME, MY CHI… Why is my robot wearing a bra?!” A voice spoke loudly from one of the labs.

“You were saying, Robin?” Said Eve sarcastically.

“Just shut it.”

“Did you put it on my robot, Barry?” Spoke a tall guy.

“I was about to ask you the same, Eddie.” Said his bespectacled friend.

“You know, the yellow color kinda suits it, don’t you think?”

“You’re right, it kinda does. I doubt that it restricts its movement, so let run our tests with it, shall we?”

“Seriously? Why do they have to test it with MY bra?” Whispered an agitated Eve.

“I mean, it does not look bad on it, now does it?” Jested Robin.

“Funny. Now how do we get it back?”

“I think I got something.” Answered Sam. “Listen…”

Eavesdropping on Sam’s plan, Andrew spoke to himself. “Not if I have anything to say about that.”

Eavesdropping on Andrew’s eavesdropping on Sam’s plan, Charlie spoke to himself. “Not if I have anything to say about that.”