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Bad Plot Devices Gone Even Worse
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| I'm sorry, XL7, but it just can't work out between us. You're made of silicon and tin, while I'm flesh and blood. I'm sorry, but this is goodbye. | |
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| *sniffs* What is this strange sensation in my data processors? Could it be...sadness? | |
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| Can I buy you a drink, beautiful? | |
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