Creativity - the drone had displayed it on many occasions during his assignments and only then. After a task was completed he shut down, becoming an eerily quiet automaton that mopped the floors and kept every glass surface in the building spot free. Somewhere along the line something had changed. The bottles lining the shelves were proof of that.
As far as the drone was concerned he had two options. He could continue making excuses, each more ridiculous then the last or he could come clean. Resisting the urge to ask the General which one of these he would prefer the drone looked at the new god.
"Idle hands. Needed something. Is still good for cleaning. Drinking too."
Right. If he had a shovel he might have started digging his own grave.