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When Stick is on his backyard, Redbot, his creation, ask him somethings
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| If I don't have a spirit, I'll be what? | |
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| I think, you will be a robot | |
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| That's the truth, redbot. I now want to read this letter. Oh, from grandma! I'll read this letter on my room. Bye, Redbot! | |
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