I kept waiting for chocolates to start coming along the conveyor at ever increasing speed until the robots can't keep up.

A robot with OCD?

This thing is practically a Rube Goldberg machine.

A simple tilted chute with a slot that identifies which way the batteries that slide down it are pointing, separating them into forms that deposit them on a conveyor, would have done the trick without all that dancing.

(Yes, I know, I destroy the magic in souls frequently. Utility over aesthetics ho!)

Gotta sort... gotta keep sorting, sorting, sorting, sorting! Can't stop! So busy. Sorting! Gotta sort 'em! Sort, sort, sort, that's me. Yyyyup, sortin' all day! Sort sort sort. Can't stop, no sir! Sorting em all out! Sorting!

Are the robots named Lucy & Ethel?

This SUCKS. I spent $100k on college loans (now owe $123k) and dreamed the whole damn time of a job like this and just when I was finishing my degree I see these things being sold. Now I can't find a job anywhere.