"It appears, we have a visitor." Said Arnulfo.
There was suddenly, a knock on the door. ("Arnulfo", instantly cloaked himself, into invisibility.) It was "Yppoy" ("Bobbot's", younger brother).
"Come in Bro." Said Bobbot (as he opened the door).
"Bobbot", pulled out a stool (a set of yoga-blocks, wrapped in eco-bags, lashed together, by cheap plastic strings, and additionally fastened with two synthetic belts.).
"Here, sit." Said Bobbot.
"My goodness, this place's a mess. And you look like crap. What've you been currently up to, with your life." Said Yppoy.
"Chillin out, recovering from a toxic relationship melt-down. What suddenly brings you here?" Asked Bobbot.
"Our mutual friend, "Donald", had been keeping tabs on you. I thought, I'd come in, and pay you a visit myself." Said Yppoy
"That's very thoughful of you, lil Bro." Said Bobbot.
"It's been more than a year, since you've lost your job. Why don't you, go back to sea instead." Said Yppoy.