The robots worked night and day never getting a day off. Then the inspector came every second day doing the taste testing. The bell would be rung and the chocolate making robots stopped everything holding up tasting spoon for the inspector to try. Every day the man would make nasty comments “this has way too much salt, did you nasty contraptions put salt instead of sugar?” or maybe “Clean up after yourselves you leave machines greasy.” Every day the brown melted chocolate swirled in the big pots. And the giraffes galloped freely outside but the robots did not feel free.