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The Robotic legion pushes ever Eastward from Los Angeles.
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| You'd better call me like you promised... | |
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Crushing every human in their path.
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| Where do I put the money in? | |
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| I am not a Poker Machine! Die Flesh-Bag | |
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Some put up very little resistance.
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| Heavenly father will save us! | |
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| No, you're pretty much fucked. | |
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