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You see, before the robot holocaust...well, okay, there weren't any robots...Bryce was your average kid.
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Sure, a trifle dimmer and more unmotivated than most, but his love for the music of seminal 80's rock band Dokken kept him alive.
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| I'm not gay, but I'd fellate George Lynch in a second if he asked me. | |
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Unfortunately, his mind was so addled by repeated exposure to punishing riffs and throbbing basslines (and the falsetto shriek of horrible little hobbit-man Don Dokken) that his judgement was impaired
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| If only I could make George notice me...or even Jeff Pilson... | |
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| The worst thing about being a telepathic robot is reading thoughts like those. | |
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