>Kitty: He broke the rules. What do you do with rule-breakers? Surely there has to be some punishment to discourage this sort of behavior.

The fact that he’s presently unconscious is punishment enough for now.

Further punishment will depend on how much damage the Library incurs in the next few minutes.
> Anilin: Suggest sexy punishment.

“Ooh, hey, Kitty, are you planning on punishing him?”

“Maybe.  It depends.”

“You know what we shou-”

“No.”

“Okay.”

       >Drag the body to a hidden place so the robot won’t find it if it demands to look inside.


“Hey, Annie?  Help me drag this guy upstairs before the robot gets here.”

“Gotcha!”

The two girls get on either end of the unconscious intruder’s still form, picking him up.  With odd, careful movements they move him up the staircase, into the apartment.

Yu is halfway up the ladder out the skylight in the living room when you enter.   She looks back down at the both of you.

“(Who’s that?)” she asks, pointing at the unconscious man after making a full one hundred eighty degree turn on the ladder and hanging down by carefully placed knees.

“Some guy.  Don’t worry about it, but I need you to stay up here.”  Kitty looks up and snaps her fingers at Yu.  “(And don’t hang upside down like that, sister!  All the blood will rush to your head and someone might see your underwear!)”
Yu rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

> Also don't forget to cuff him to something. With trick cuffs, so if he desperately needs to leave (like, because of a giant robot attack) he can.

“(Damn!)” Kitty says, after observing the body again with thought.  “We don’t have anything to tie him up with.”

“Hmmmm...Ooh!  Got it!”  Annie reaches into her hot pink purse, pulling out a pair of equally pink fuzzy handcuffs.

Kitty looks at it for several minutes, her brain slowly reaching several important conclusions about the implications.

“Annie.  What.  Why.”

She shrugs a little and smiles.  “I thought maybe we cou-”

“(Oh god.)  Don’t tell me, just...just...God, chain him to the couch, okay?”

“Roger that, miss Kitty!”

Kitty blushes and rubs her forehead with a sigh.  “I’m heading downstairs.”

“Be careful, Kitten!” shouts Annie after her.  The Librarian opens the door and marches down to the ground floor.

A tall, gray shape lumbers just outside the door.

        >Call the cops. Like sensible people. That's what they are there for and why you presumably pay taxes. So you don't have to deal with this shit.

Kitty rushes behind the desk, picking up the phone and dialing the police HQ’s number.  She waits before an aged voice finally arrives on the other line.

“This is the police department, what is the nature of your emergency?” drones the voice.

“Um...There’s a possibly hostile robot outside my window.”

There was a quiet pause on the other line.  “Please hold, you’re being transferred.”

“Wait, why?”

The voice doesn’t respond.  Instead Kitty’s ears are filled with recording of pre-apocalypse songs, cheerfully informing her that other people had, in fact, fought the law, and the law had won in nearly eighty percent of those cases.

Finally, someone answers.

“Captain Isabella speaking,” says the voice of a surprisingly young woman on the other line.  She must not be much older than me... thinks Kitty.  How’d she become a captain already?

Kitty blinks and chews her lip for a moment.  Why did they transfer her to a captain?

“Uh...Hi.   Yes, there’s a robot right outside the Library, and I think it’s about to break in.”

“Has it tried?”

“Um...No, not...Really.”

“Is it loitering?”

“I...guess so?”

“For how long?”

“Um...Only a few minutes at most,  I guess.”

“Miss, are you sure you’re not just being paranoid?”

“...Um.  I am agoraphobic? But the big robot is kind of...threatening.”

“What kind of robot is it, miss?”

“Um...It looks like a big rusted monkey.”

“Ah, that’d be a Security Bot.  We’ve been renting them to help patrol streets, you see, on account of the shortage of law enforcement officials at the moment.  Have you committed any major felonies, lately?”

“Um, no.”

“He probably is just suffering from a lack of reading material and wants to peruse your books.  It’s perfectly safe.  Unless you’re a liar, of course.  But you’re, obviously, not a liar.  Obviously.”

“Um.”

“Obviously.”

“Okay, well-”

“Obviously.”

“...Okay.  Um.”

“Unless you’re, of course, harbouring some sort of fugitive.  But I’m sure you wouldn’t think of doing that, miss.”

The robot has begun knocking on the door, and the Captain waits patiently for either an admission of guilt or a firm denial.

Oh god, what now?