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In the heat of mid-day, a lone man steps up to his master.
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| Excuse me Mr. Robot Overlord sir, but may I take a quick break from gardening and take my pain medication? | |
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| No! You have to stay here and garden with the rest of the male, middle-class, white slaves! | |
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| But my hip is broken and need that medicine to relieve the pain! If not, I might not be able to do your gardening for you! I could even die of pain so intense that it causes me to have spasms! | |
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| Maybe you would like it better if I sold your medication! Then, if you die, I can feed you to the other gardeners! Now get back to work! | |
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| You can't do this to me! I'm a person, don't you understand? Why won't you let me live in peace??? | |
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| NO! No peace! Only gardens! | |
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