Regretting its actions, it would spend the next several years trying to put the other one back together. Having no knowledge of robot anatomy, eventually it ended up with a vaguely cube shaped mass. Once it saw itself in a mirror the only thing this cube could think to say was “You know, I wouldn’t mind if you put your feet up on me occasionally.” And so, from then on, it would become a semi-sentient ottoman. A robottoman.