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I start buzzing and beeping and a small klaxon goes off "Analyzing compound data... lover detected, lover detected, lover detected" A wheel pops out of my bottom compartment, various pulleys and wires start winding and unwinding. "I have calculated you are a lover with an approximate 93.894% accuracy. Lover detected, lover detected, lover detected" Long spindly metal arms reach out of my sides and in to a chest compartment, removing a metal rose I made in Shop class and placing it on the brim of a well-polished glass fedora which now sits atop my head. "Computational algorithmics engaged, perhaps we, too shall soon be engaged, logic dictates that you would make an excellent motherboard." |
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