Well, at the very least, wear a face shield… and rubber boots… and maybe some gloves… oh, and a helmet… and- Aww, hell, just put on a full hazmat suit!
It’s more the scope and trajectory of his oblique verbose soliloquy of truncated sentences, which leads to its serendipitous collision with its suspected target. The robotic tone gives more credence to the superiority complex of the corrupted printed circuit board sizzling with indignant audacity of the highest ghoul to ever be poured out from the ferrous foundry just outside of Detroit. The detritus of the passing of time, warping, distorting, and eroding indexes of code that guide the mind of the machine man. At least that’s my take on it.
Edit: Machines are superiorly inferior
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Well when you are built on standardized parts it’s easy to replace a shoulder. If we meat bags swing that much, I’ll be out of work for a shattered spine and a rotator cuff. Then I’ll have to build my own appendages and a powered suit to get around. I’ll be accused of appropriating robot culture, and then it’s world war 7. So just take one for the team there you ferrous foundling. We appreciate your service in this matter.
If you require any mechanical service I’m now going to need a form 27b/6, the ministry of public works is cracking down on rogue mechanics.
Uh…whilst I can reluctantly muster a definitely indeterminate argumentative affirmation of your vaguely specific analysis, I am impelled to
succinctly remind you of the model from which our confrere was created. The public identifying of this model has been known to illicit a hysterical and frantic reaction in some mechanical contrivances, therefore I will only elucidate that the model was a story, and later a movie with a “Mel Gibson” in the lead role. The veracity of my reluctantly revealed information can be verified by the documentation concerning the prior employment positions held by our generally amicable, yet sometimes vainglorious, comrade. The required transmutation was
effected by arguably meretricious means, however the resultant consequence is manifested in the personage of the prattler in question. Any further intimate enlightenment will not be forthcoming.
Edit to avoid compunction
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Uh, not to be pedantic, but it would be a 27b/7 as of the administrative revisions 37-213 and 37-214. Please try to remember this information, as significant delays may otherwise delay needed service(s).
Edit: repetitive redundancy’s
As I am inversely contracted to rebuff this foregone conclusion of the origins surrounding our rivet riddled rusted renegade of retrograde roaming wranglers of the flocks of robotic sheep.
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As the persuasive evidence permeates the particular peculiarities presently posed, I am pleased to postulate the previous presentation as a palpable and perspicacious paradigm, propitiously pertinent in profiling our pugnacious and petulant pal…
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Not to worry… You don’t have to fly to America. I’m in Korea. Korean Airlines… you know… the airlines with the worst safety record in the world. I won’t fly them. They are also Assholes who treat customers like shit.
.(discrete cough)…Ahem… Uh, yoo-hoo… (waving hand in the air)… I’m, like, right HERE, fellas. You know, just in case you were wondering.
Oh, by the way, Satan, I may be in need of one of those overly repetitive redundancy advanced duplication pre-appointment reservation forms. There was… uhh… an “incident” of sorts. And I wholeheartedly fail to not admit it didn’t have anything at all to not involve tricycles, baby oil, and a slip-n-slide. (And just to be sure, the client-mechanic confidentiality agreement is still in effect, right?)
Oh, before I forget, have either of you seen the plunger? For some odd reason, the toilet has started backing up in here over the last few hours.
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Okay, but you have to tie me up first and I promised Tin Man that he could watch.
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Fucking pervert…Tin Man that is… would a couple of loops of old hemp rope suffice?
Edit after finding old hemp rope
Well, let’s see…is it Archimedes razor? Uh, no that’s not it. Maybe…Oscar’s razor? …no, shit, that’s not it either. Give me a sec…OH I HAVE IT…octopus’s razor…uh, hell my brain is still asleep…I’ll have to get back to you…
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No. Absolutely not. He has this whole ritulaized bonding thing he has to go through and he has been tying me up with the same pair of stinky panty hose for the past 5 years. I would explain the ritual but it gets pretty graphic; oil, banana skins, fire, body shaving (not mine, his), fireworks, holy water, and religious texts from the four corners of the earth./
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Well I wouldn’t want to intrude, so I will have to make it a spur of the moment affair. Please make me a video so I can enjoy the fun…
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More forms? That’s the third stack this week! Subsection 3F is a residential building, the ministry of housing is going to investigate this. I can only do so many repairs under the radar anymore. CONFIDENTIALITY?! You had a slip-n-slide on the 4th floor.
As for the plunger, try the ceiling of Cogs room. Lord knows what he does with it up there.
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Plunger toss! How else are you going to catch those damn roaches and still have a blast while doing it. Furthermore, a bunch of sticks hanging from the ceiling is nouveau decor for the modern chimp’s abode. Floors are so passé. Besides, after the first year, of living in a new apartment, there is no place to walk.
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Uh, technically it was the fifth floor, actually. Well, that is where it started at least. The loop-da-loop was somewhere between the third and forth, though, so I can see how you got confused there. In my defense, I honestly believed the baby oil would be helpful with the acceleration. Sadly, I didn’t even consider the friction required for steering. And THAT is where things began to get a bit sketchy. And I should add that using Saran Wrap as a safety net did not work out quite as well as I had hoped.
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@SatanicMechanic Well, damn. As much as I would like to be upset and annoyed, I grudgingly have to admit Cog does make a good point in this case.
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