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| I am here to **** your tender bum, human automaton! | |
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| Not another one of these silly gay robots...sigh...will they ever learn? | |
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the robots did not realize humans could be so large and powerful
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| Poor robots...ah well...at least they're headed home, to Dr. Feral's laboratory. | |
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| This monkey boy cannot be overcome by my robot force! I must seek another! | |
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the robots reach the laboratory of their creator, Dr. Feral
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| Dr. Feral! Father? Is it you? Father! | |
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| Yes, Son Robot, it is I. You know this always happens when I read Kafka before bedtime. | |
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