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| Well, your house has been hit by rockets launched from the moon where the robots sit and plan to kill all humans. | |
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| Something has changed since yesterday... but I can't figure out what it is. | |
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| No.. I live on the moon with the robots sit and plan to kill all humans. I told them where your house is. They don't like you. I'm sorry. | |
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| Oh well. Can I stay at your place? | |
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| Sorry baby, he's with us now. | |
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| That's it! We're getting a divorce! You aren't even a robot, why would you hang out with them? | |
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