"I am sorry, young master." says the robot. In its hands it holds the several pieces of a model Goliath class Juggernaut model. "It was a regrettable accident."
"No it wasn't. You did it on purpose, Barf-face. I saw you." replies his Timmy.
Using its most apologetic and sincere voice patterns, the robot called Barf-face by his owner pleads its innocence. "Young master, you ought to know I could never willingly do anything to harm or upset you."
"I hate you!" spits the youth, tears swelling in his eyes. "Go to hell!" With the boy runs out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Quietly the robot Barf-face begins to scan its geographical database. The task of plotting a simple route to 'Hell' would, no doubt, be beyond the reach of most robots. But not this Barf-Face. Barf-Face is a RUR robot endowed with a Quantum Positronic Thingy brain, a new type of neural processor designed to bridge the communications gap between man and bot.; a brain capable of intuitive leaps, capable of recognising the meaning of a command beyond mere literal interpretation.
Of course the same QPT brain told Braf-face that his young master, Timmy, was not what humans would consider, a nice boy. He was spoilt, he was selfish and inconsiderate. Barf-face was fully aware the name Timmy had given him was demeaning and comical to other humans. None of this mattered to it. Regardless of is owners qualities, Barf-face would continue to serve in the best way it could. Even if it meant going to hell.
The bot quickly reaches the conclusion that Hell is not a location it can whompah to. Literary references to Hell indicate a metaphysical region of torment where the souls of evil humans go after death. In the context of Timmy's previous assertion of hate towards the robot, and the circumstances, this all made sense.
Barf-face doubted very much it had a soul. In any event that was only the second part of the problem, and it could worry about getting a soul later. First of all, to qualify for Hell Barf-face would have to make some major behavioural changes. It would have to become a very, very bad robot.
"Timmy?" calls out Barf-Face. "Timmy, come back here. Want to play a new game?"