Dear Robot,
Got your letter. Ha-ha. Things more or less normal here. Anna has been beaten into compliance with all standards.
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| Dammit bitch, I thought I told you! If you can't calculate sales tax the Tax Monster comes out from under your bed and takes what you owe him out of your flesh! Try again! | |
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| Not my flesh! I need that! | |
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Many twists in comics lately. Robin is Robin again, Green Lantern is Green Lantern again, Gwen Stacy is dead again, etc.
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| Dude. Spoilers. So not cool. | |
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| Ehn, he's a robot. Who cares. | |
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As for women, seeing as I'm in Miami, I can't complain for lack of opportunities. Smooth operators like us can make our own luck.
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| Hi, my boyfriend sent me here looking for a comic? I don't know the name or what it's about, but he said you would know it. | |
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| Maybe next time, he could send Lassie, and she'd be smart enough to communicate it to me. Try taking off your top. My memory responds well to mammaries. | |
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