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November 9, 2005

D: Robocalypse Now

I won't be beaten. I shall never admit defeat. It invaded my home, my kitchen, my life, and I draw the line here. The indomitable spirit of human resistance will never be crushed by this soulless shell of a machine. Even when it was under my control it disobeyed my every command and now I have no option but to destroy it, for my own survival and well-being. Where once this was a servile, useful machine, now it has become the scourge of my life. At long last, enough is enough!

Why does the damned thing always burn my toast?

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