"We have a contract from the government of dictatortopia to destroy all
   locks and keys and things that produce them."
   A cluster of servos whipped out of the "leg" of the creature, grabbed
   the locks and keys which had fallen to the floor from a sudden event,
   and a small mobile saw began reducing them to reusable
   millimeter-cubes.
   "Our contract can be bought out for 6.5 trillion quantum-hours of
   computation.  Please open your brain for removal of lock designs."
    The hobby locksmith was in their car with a large bag, driving away at
   full speed.