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In a hellish limbo, Jumping Jack Fuckbunny has built an electronic companion to succor his throbbing loneliness...
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| That is precisely the opposite purpose to that for which I built you, bitch. | |
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| Hmm. Well, maybe you could make mine, like, inside out, you know? | |
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| THAT WOULD BE A VAGINA, YOU STUPID ROBOT!! | |
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