"Get to the point, Guy," Shin said in exasperation. I mean, they've got these pneumatic presses and high power drills and." I said their machines were too damn complicated and did next to nothing. I was cruising the forums over at fucking machines and I got into an argument with one of the owners. "Not a machine for fucking, a machine that fucks. Guy gave Shin a fleshy finger and turned his back on him, clicking on the control interface of his computer to shut the robot down. Two, fucking a machine is pretty deviant even for you." "One, weight differences aside if you call me slant one more time I'm going to kick your testicles into your throat if I have to wait until you're asleep to do it. "No you stupid slant, it's really a fucking machine. Guy's laughter, like everything else about the man, was annoying a braying sound that grated on the nerves. "Besides my rent for the next six months? It's a fucking machine." It moved quickly through the sty of Guy's living room, adroitly dodging furniture, electronic detritus, and empty pizza boxes with equal facility. Shin watched the robot navigate the floor of the apartment.
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