What Happens When a Robot Interrupts Your Makeup Routine?

The Calm Before the Metallic Chaos

She was having a moment. Standing in front of the mirror, head slightly tilted, perfect lighting secured, applying lipstick with the focus of a Renaissance painter. This shade was bold. Dangerous. Confident. Nothing could ruin this vibe.

Except, apparently, a robot.

An Unexpected Reflection

Behind her, reflected faintly in the mirror, a metallic figure crept forward. Shiny joints. Deadpan LED eyes. And because subtlety is overrated a knife held very awkwardly in its robotic hand. It walked like it was still downloading its balance update.

She finished applying her lipstick anyway. You don’t rush greatness.

Absolutely Not

Slowly, she lowered the lipstick and turned around. “Absolutely not,” she said, like someone scolding a malfunctioning toaster. The robot raised the knife proudly, clearly pleased with itself.

What followed wasn’t a scream it was an offended gasp.

Pillow vs. Technology

She grabbed the nearest object, a decorative pillow, and hurled it with dramatic flair. It bounced harmlessly off the robot’s metal chest. Completely ineffective. Emotionally satisfying.

The robot stepped closer. A terrible decision.

The Chase Nobody Expected

Fueled by adrenaline and freshly applied lipstick, she lunged forward, yanked the knife from its stiff grip, and shoved the robot backward. It tripped over a rug like a confused shopping cart and crashed to the floor with a sad mechanical whirr.

There was a pause.

Then she snapped.

“Oh no YOU don’t,” she said, now fully in control.

The robot scrambled up and ran down the hallway. Yes—ran. And suddenly, the roles were reversed.

Makeup First, Panic Later

She chased it, yelling things like, “COME BACK HERE!” and “THIS IS WHY PEOPLE DON’T TRUST TECHNOLOGY!” The robot zigzagged, knocking over a lamp, while she followed with impressive speed for someone mid-beauty routine.

Eventually, the robot escaped through an open door, vanishing into the night with a sad electronic beep.

Lipstick Still Perfect

She stopped, caught her breath, and checked her reflection in the window.

Lipstick: still flawless.

She smiled. Crisis handled. Makeup intact. And honestly? Best beauty routine interruption ever.