Can You Bring Me My Purse?

James Stevens was enjoying a relaxing night in at home. His sister, Rebecca, had just left for a date, so the house was his indefinitely. As he sat watching TV, his phone rang. He picked it up.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hey, James. It's Rebecca." his sister answered.

"Oh hey sis, what do you need?"

"I left my purse in my room. Think you can get it and drive it over to the restaurant for me?"

"Sure. I'll get there as fast as I can." James said and hung up.

He went upstairs and entered Rebecca's room and heard a metal churning sound, which he attributed to her new automated style device that supposedly makes her look perfect every single time, not that James really paid attention to how she looked. James spotted the purse lying on her bed. He rushed in to grab the purse but as he walked past the dresser, he accidentally bumped into it, knocking over the remote that controls the device. Before he had time to react, he had already stepped onto the remote. He heard a beep and then,

"Hello. I am the Auto-Style Consultant. What is the occasion?" the machine asked.

"Uh, I just need to..." James started.