That clear debris bin holds more than dust, dander, dirt, crumbs, and pet hair. It holds… secrets.

“Still not ready to talk, eh, Dyson? Well, I can do this all night. Mark my words: you will not leave these four walls until you tell us where you hid the stolen gold dust. Not alive, anyway.”

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“You’re damn right it’s a threat! You’re lucky that’s all it is right now! You say one more thing about your so-called right to a lawyer and they’ll have to wheel you out of here on a gurney instead of your easy, maneuverable yellow ball. Now, one more time: where’s the gold dust?”

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“Still playing it like that, huh? I tell you, I see some real scum-suckers in this job, but your 115 airwatts of suction power and Root Cyclone technology really turn my stomach. The filth that you put into your body every day, it’s unbelievable. How can you live with yourself?”

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“So you’re a tough guy, is that it? You think I ain’t been around the block with slightly bigger vacs than you? The day I’m intimidated by a lightweight like you is the day I throw my badge into your debris bin. You see these pliers, here? Let me ask you something: you ever see what they can do to a vacuum like you?”

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“I’ll start with your reversible wand. My pliers can get at hard-to-reach places too, you know. Then, if you still won’t tell me where the gold dust is, I’ll work on the motor inside that ball. That’s gonna be fun- oh, are we ready to talk now?”

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“Good boy. That wasn’t so hard, now, was it? Brandt! Coggins! Get in here! It’s in the HEPA filter, just like we thought!”

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