"Okay, Drone Dan, you're all mine now, aren't you?"
Zentai-sealed Dan nods emphatically, as he now has a strong need to be owned. Yes, Rick owns him. He is owned, yes!
Rick peels back the sheet from a device in the corner of the room. It appears to be a modified treadmill. He grins, and orders Danny-boy up on the treadmill.
"You're my new generator. Let's see how you do?" Rick said walking over to the metal panel in the wall of his studio apartment, and flicking the main switch. All the lights and the air-conditioning go out. "Get on the treadmill and start running, Dan Drone."
Dan complies. As he starts to run, the lights flicker on and the airconditioner roars to life again.
Rick throws himself on the open sofa bed and flicks on the TV.
You and Dan's minds are fused and chanting in time with his running, "It's good to be owned. It's good to run. It's good to be owned by Rick."
"Drone get me a beer," Rick said after about 15 minutes.
Dan Drone obeyed. He left the treadmill, the TV flicked off, the lights and air conditioner cut out, and he handed Rick a cold can of beer in the dark.
Rick was not happy.
"Thanks, Dan. Get back on the treadmill. I gotta get me another drone or maybe a battery back up?"