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| I want you to be my new press secretary because everybody knows that robots can't lie. | |
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| What? Who said we can't lie? You want me to lie about something? | |
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| Yes, you dummy, that's exactly what I want. But we're going to call you "Truth-Bot 3000" and say that your programming prevents you from ever being wrong. | |
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| Press secretary—what an honor! I'm so happy I could piss on you! I mean kiss you! | |
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| You know what, never mind. Get out. | |
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| Aw. Now I feel as sad as a president who only got a small crowd at his inauguration. | |
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