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| Robot Joe's the name! Yep, Robot Joe -- that's me! Heh, heh! | |
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| I like robots. I will feed you a big, greasy bag of tacos. | |
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| Err...I cannot ingest such substances... | |
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| I will just shove them in your mouth, then. And pound them down your neck. | |
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| That would damage my inner workings... | |
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| I do not care. Even if you resist, I am determined to force-feed you some tacos. | |
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