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James sat next to Jose and wept pathetically.

  • James sat next to Jose and wept pathetically. They both hand three children and were out of work. Jose looked up and waved off a cup of tea. The robots were even doing that job.
  • how can we make a living in this world?he weeped. the kids need food,but when I say that I'm human at jobinterviews,they tell me they prefer a canned man.more sustainable they say
  • and what I am, if not a canned creation? Isn't being a robotic humanoid enough anymore? I was programmed to perfection. If that only that clumsy human had not
  • spilled coffee on me when he was building me, then I would not be acting the way I am right now. I am a poor excuse for a robot, so I think that I will commit suicide by jumping
  • into the aluminum recycle bin near the mall. While I waited a really big busted elderly woman saw me. She inched on over to me in her walker, bent over, I could see that liver-spot
  • on her left cheek and realized it was my girlfriend Prudence from a previous life. I cried "Prudence, my beloved!". She responded with Clarence darling and I leaned up and kissed
  • her full on the ear. I had always a problem with aim. She looked at me strangely and said "My dad is ded ". Then WHO WAS PHONE?!
  • Phone was lumpy. Scalding hot became the pell mell harried searsucker of gods. That's what my dad always told me, anyways. Dad was a bit wrinkly, methinks. "Egads!
  • This gadfly has gargantuan gonads!" Dad would cry from the shop. Or sometimes "Gadzooks! Gadhafi's enrolled in Gadsden state community college!" Dad had a unsettling case of
  • Type G Alliterative Exclamatory Disorder (G-AED). Dad's doctor's diagnosis definitively denied a disposition of depression, too, although Dad did die despondently.

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