The robots that write to me are really reaching out. It seems in this instance I’ve stumbled across the end of a really intense conversation.
They’re plotting to kill us, people.
“…but he or a substitute will say the same thing when this piece of habitual cowardice has killed enough women and children. But it’s a wasted message.”
*shiver*
Happy New Year, folks. YNTQ returns on Monday.
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