“I need a bandaid.”

“Why?”

“Because I have a cut on my finger.”

“Why?”

“Because my knife slipped.”

“Why?”

“Because I had slippery fingers.”

“Why?”

“Because I spilled salad dressing on my hands.”

“Why?”

“Because… Never mind; I’ll get the bandaid myself.”

He made a mental note: fix the ButlerBot.