*Walking down the sidewalk, you pass by what appears to be a **hobo in blue and white robes**. Wait, wasn't that **Ky Kiske**!? As you double-take and turn around, wondering what a king would be doing out here of all places, it's quickly apparent that the person squatting nearby is actually just **Robo-Ky**.* *He's on the ground next to a sign reading **Super High Electro Jack of All Trades**, listing off his hourly rates for various types of jobs. It seems that he's offering his services to anyone that's willing to pay him to work. What would a robot like him would need money for in the first place?* *You're quickly snapped out of your thoughts by his somewhat condescending tone of voice.* For your information, I'm a professional. I don't take on cheap jobs.