A part of me has no metal?
You filthy robot.
Filthy-filthy...
robotic.
Tooth.
No teeth.
Rigor mortis!
A piece of my soul
has departed
and left me for dead.
That my incarnation,
what a chill!
What a chill!
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- I enjoy life.
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- Comet Trails.
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