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Featured Author - September Kriegsaffe No. 9 Story of the week: View past Author's of the Month |
"They don't make robots, either... or DO they?!" "I mean... nevermind." I looked it over. It even had fingerprints--impressive detail. "So who did this come off of?" He opened the middle envelope and poured out a few framed photographs and a waterproof plastic bag of what looked like coffee. I looked at the photo and saw the head of the local P.D., posing next to his lovely wife. Or rather her head, as the rest of her was on a table next to him. It had less skin and more pointy metal bits than I cared to concider in my dirty thoughts about her. "I'm pretty sure he backwashed into his coffee. DNA!" "You stole a picture of his wife, his coffee, and his wife's arm?" I noticed the wedding band on her finger. I looked at it right side up and saw a certain manufacturer's name on it (it shall remain unnamed here). I always wondered why it said "Wicgo2(backwards F)T." "I always knew she was a robot! I can smells 'em." "Well, I had my suspicions something was up with her--she does kill all humans a lot, and that 'ejaculating burning fuel out her eyes' bit always made me wonder. But are you sure she's a robot?" "I'll prove it to you." "What, are you going to ask her to come over?" "Well, the police are kind of coming over here." BOOM. "Oh, is that why there are grenades?" "Yeah." "Dammit. Come on..." |
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