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| Get away from me. Im not your father. | |
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| But daddy! I love *bzzzz* *blip* you! You are my robot daddy. | |
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| Im not your daddy. Im a killer robot armed with missiles. Wanna see? Here! Taste em bitch! Die now and fry! | |
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| The things dead. Its not like he can say anything... | |
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| Theres your comic. Ya fuckin happy now? | |
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