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| Holy Good Christ eating a Pogo! |
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| So nice to see you too. |
| What the hell is wrong with you? |
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I got a Staph infection all over my face. Comes with a lowered immune system. |
| Gross!! |
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| Hey! |
| What? |
| Why is there toast everywhere? |
| My roommate--in love. |
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Your roommate is in love with a baker? |
No. He's in love with the toaster. |
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| Ah. |
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| That's kind of sick. |
| Metal on metal? |
| Eh? |
| The roommate...he's a robot. |
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| Right. A robot. |
Really! Thought it was weird when I first met him but it's true! Come look at his room! |
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| It's empty. |
Well yeah. He's a robot. He needs nothing but a wall socket. |
| And a loaf of bread. |
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