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Whoa. Sorry for two posts right in a row, but this was unsettling:
Colossus: Oh, you are a poet.
You: You know it, baby.
Colossus: we have to get the baby out of the oven today
Horrifying! I asked it where this baby was, exactly, but its only reply was a maddeningly vague "I know it baby" (was it calling me baby or the baby an "it"?) Thus, I think we need to be on global emergency. There is a baby in an oven somewhere and only this malevolent machine knows the location for sure. We have been given a deadline, apparently, of whenever it is "today" ends. Inform your Congressman or member of Parliament of the situation immediately. |
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