XVM11 ordered a brillo pad burger, wire fries

XVM11 ordered a brillo pad burger, wire fries & a motoroil shake to go. He was late for robot's rights demo, but his insides were making scraping noises. A human cop walked in and
was shot dirty scans around the dive. Some patrons shuffled out the back exit. The shrouded agent sat down next to Model XVM11 and ordered a sarsaparilla. "Error 174: we do not
have enough ambient space between us." XVM11's shoulder latch opened and a metal fist clocked the Spatron. He had three more revolutions to smoke the rest of this greasestack.
The FDA approved it. How could it be that
illegal everywhere else in the world. But on further inspection it seemed that even the Netherlands truly had banned it, on the grounds of inciting subversion.
So nobody was allowed to raise their arms in the subway any more. Their olfactory senses not under constant attack now, a calm reigned below the earth. Former muggers now smiled
Into their selfies & #YOLO YOLO’d the consistency of that morning’s BM. Thanks smart watches. Now we faced being outed by the tripe we leave Likes on. It was honeycomb tripe.
"I love Honeycomb cereal!" shouted sonny Jim into his father's hungover ears. He didn't really enjoy the cereal at all, but was so brainwashed by commercials that he felt the need
to scream his love of every product. While his dad drunkenly fumbled with his bedside glasses, Jim ran to the window, pulled it open wide and screamed, "I love Trojan Condoms!". Th
at was the last straw for the neighbor, tired of Jim screaming his love of products out the window. “Then love THIS!” shouted a voice from outside, as a tomato hit Jim in the face.

Started: 2012-09-10 02:51:45
Finished: 2018-03-04 18:45:29

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