Bot Five now puts everyone to sleep, wearing black metal and pouring the grappling truck into itself. “My name is Jill; I’m the hula girl cult,” it announces: “I won the fake priest in Bird War Yahtzee. She’s my girlfriend; her name’s Cherise. My name is emcee Hair Band. We are the black sun alien god, holding a hammer too tight and sending the grappling truck off the cliff. His essay ends with a deafening puff.
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