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“Oh, b-but s-she c-can’t give you wh-what | “Oh, b-but s-she c-can’t give you wh-what ''I'' c-can!” the mom-bot pleads, a look of desperation crossing her addled features. | ||
“Some other time,” you say, giving her backside a final swat before turning to follow Amber. You hear her gasp and then emit a loud popping sound. Glancing over your shoulder, you see the mom-bot pulling up her sweater to investigate the source of several electrical disturbances. Her bared stomach blasts open, wires and machinery humming beneath as she looks between it and you with a shocked expression. | “Some other time,” you say, giving her backside a final swat before turning to follow Amber. You hear her gasp and then emit a loud popping sound. Glancing over your shoulder, you see the mom-bot pulling up her sweater to investigate the source of several electrical disturbances. Her bared stomach blasts open, wires and machinery humming beneath as she looks between it and you with a shocked expression. | ||
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Latest revision as of 05:18, 27 September 2015
“Alright, Amber,” you say. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Amber turns and heads back into the house, beckoning for you to follow.
“Oh, b-but s-she c-can’t give you wh-what I c-can!” the mom-bot pleads, a look of desperation crossing her addled features.
“Some other time,” you say, giving her backside a final swat before turning to follow Amber. You hear her gasp and then emit a loud popping sound. Glancing over your shoulder, you see the mom-bot pulling up her sweater to investigate the source of several electrical disturbances. Her bared stomach blasts open, wires and machinery humming beneath as she looks between it and you with a shocked expression.
“S-sex d-droiiiid,” the mom bot says to no one, then falls to the side, hitting the driveway with a hard crash, a bits and pieces springing loose from her exposed panel.
“Oh, mom!” Amber groans, stepping inside the house.