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| Yep, my finest creation, a perfect robotic duplicate of myself. | |
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| Wow. That's crazy. So, uhh, real Nick, you're sure it's safe to leave us working with one of your robots? | |
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| Oh, you misunderstand. I'm sending the robot to St. Johns as a test of its adaptability and volition. I like it here. If it does graduate, I'll just use the diploma to negotiate a raise. | |
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| Aww, that's so cute! It's imitating it's creator! Don't worry robot, I'll send you lots of postcards from Maryland. | |
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| Woah, looks like there are still a few bugs to work out. Better crack open the head-case and turn the "completely fucking insane" dial down a tad before I pack him into the fedex box. | |
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| Oh, that's real amusing, you walking novelty vibrator! I'll be sure to remember that one tonight, when I melt you down into syringes for the junkie exchange program! | |
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