[ Fortunately, Qubit appears to be fine! Seems he's gotten the hang of this particular trick. He takes the scissors from scissorbot's hand and sticks them in his coat pocket. The hair survives another day. ]

Great. We'll call that a verdict. [ He picks up his tablet and resumes his seat on the couch. As an afterthought, he adds- ] You might as well come have a seat, if you're sticking around. [ beat ] Pun retroactively intended.