Xanatos stared at the smoldering remains of his latest robot—it had burst into flames because of a misconfigured valve, the seventh in a row of his new robot line that had exploded, failed, or otherwise broken down because of sheer bad luck.

And his luck had only been this bad one time before.

"Owen," he called across the lab, "be on the lookout. I suspect Coyote—the trickster, not the robot—is paying us a visit."