Wherever Mr. Soft's base is, you can be sure that Live Tech knows its location. As such, he can be assured that there's a letter around that reads the following.
To Whom It May Concern,
[You backstabbing little weasel/Valued applicant to our contest]: We [regret/are happy] to inform you that [nuclear missiles are locked onto your face/your application is accepted]! You should be expecting [eminent doom/a care package] sometime in the immediate future. We look forwards to [the greasy spot where you used to be/working with you].
[Die in a fire/thank you for your attention]
Moments after he reads it, there's an ominous knock. It goes rat rat-a-tat tat.
The package is large. Approximately three feet to a side. Cube. There's brown paper, burning through, and metal beneath. No visible address, no holes. It's... A metal cube.
There's s a few more cracks. And they seem rather uniform. Rather like a made thing. And then the cracks 'snap' and the cube pushes apart, revealing... An orb with an eye.
The brotherbot turns to look at the cupboard for a moment. There's a narrowing of its iris before it slowly floats into it. And before it moves in, it speaks.
"Live Tech wishes to inform the user that any attempt to trap or otherwise incapacitate the Brotherbot will be met with a thermonuclear explosion centered on the Brotherbot itself."
The patient looks a little bit upset. Then, of course, the pain from the teeth sets in, so he simply sort of... Wanders out the door, grumbling to himself.
The robot gives a soft beep. Probably affirmation. "The Brotherbot is in constant contact with Live Tech to transmit your progress in the I'm An Evil Bastard contest. You cannot collect your prize without succeeding, and your success must be documented."
Moments after he reads it, there's an ominous knock. It goes rat rat-a-tat tat.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
This would be notable if not for the fact that the cube starts to crack like an egg.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
The eyebot hums a few more times. Then makes a static-like sound... And turns off.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"Live Tech's Brotherbot is here to serve you in all your nefarious needs!"
My helpdesk should you need me.
"Live Tech wishes to inform the user that any attempt to trap or otherwise incapacitate the Brotherbot will be met with a thermonuclear explosion centered on the Brotherbot itself."
My helpdesk should you need me.
Patient: "But doctor, I came to you because of my wisdom teeth."
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"Refine your question."
My helpdesk should you need me.
"The AAA1 bolt in the A1 quadrant of the eye keeps the..." And continues with technical specs for quite some time.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"And ZZ Plural 9 ZZ Alpha screw sticks in the ZZZ5918438 slot. This is how Brotherbots are born."
My helpdesk should you need me.
The brotherbot makes a slightly neutral tone before slowly hovering. There's a slight 'whumm whumm whumm' sound.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.