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C3PO realized they were playing hacky-sack

  • C3PO realized they were playing hacky-sack with a "Thermal Detonator!"
  • The interstellar crowd emerged from the cantina in the hopes of seeing droid carnage spewed about the spaceport. The thermal detonator was discharged; "He's my kind of scum" said
  • Mrs. Clean, who everyone knew was 'compatible' with lots of scum. The thermal discharge was everywhere, and the Mr. was coming back soon. Roomba went to work on the mess, beeping
  • all the while like a deranged R2-D2 on meth. It annoyed the heck out of the janitorial supplies, though the broom wanted to just sweep it under the rug. Number 409, however,
  • knew it for what it really was - the next generation of sanitation, and tried to nurse it back to sanity by cooing softly at it whenever it went bonkers. The broom despised this
  • cloying attention like a brat resents an overprotective parent. My cooing just made the outbursts even worse. When I had grown frustrated enough, I left my home and family and went
  • Into the forest, living like an apeman. I became a rhesus monkey and had a new family. It was a change of lifestyle I never regretted.
  • Until this moment that you tell me that my grandbaby has the worse disease known to man that she inherited from me and my rhesus monkey family. The things I did, the ... things...
  • ...things no decent rhesus monkey should ever have done. And now I am paying for it all with the life of my precious baby granddaughter's life. If I could only go back in time and
  • change. That's when my nearly fairy god mother tapped me not so gently on the head. Whack whack whack whack whack! "Idiot!" She did send back in time... as a grub. Is that a bird?

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