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We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. Actually, that’s still true. Have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them? I love you, buddy!

Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‚destroy‘ you! It doesn’t look so shiny to me. Your best is an idiot! No, just a regular mistake. We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by „devil“, I mean Robot Devil. And by „metaphorically“, I mean get your coat. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires!