A story about The Robots
One of them came over to my house one day. He said he was trying to score some crack. He needed it for the game. He’s kind of an outcast in the robot community , and he was looking desperate, so I let him crash on the cOUch, with the condition that he refrane from smoking crack and getting into other kinds of shananigans. Every once in a while, though he just gives me that look. I can just see him there on the coach and I wonder what’s he’s up to. For some reason, he keeps telling me to stand by the stairs. wtf? Then, the other day I w pacchunf P45 8HOIIIIIIICp uungbffffffff
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PAK CHOOIE UNF…....WE ARE THE SPACE ROBOTS.
/usr/bin/SHOVER_ROBOT.sh
$PEBKAC = TRUE;
KILL -9 HUMAN; ");
WE ARE HERE TO PROTECT YOU.
WE ARE HERE TO PROTECT YOU FROM THE TERRIBLE SECRET OF SPACE.
SPACE HAS A TERRIBLE POWER.
WE ARE HERE TO PROTECT YOU.
PLEASE GO STAND BY THE STAIRS.
SHOVING IS THE ANSWERHUMANS MUST BE SHOVEDTHEY MUST GO DOWN THE STAIRS.
SOCRATESONE IS PROTECTED.
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PS: DO NOT TRUST THE PUSHER ROBOT.
HE IS MALFUNCTIONING
