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Joel, my dear Joel, you seem to have picked a strange place to talk to people. Strange enough where I was able to talk to Sherlock Holmes almost as soon as I got here.

Dare I ask how this is possible or should I just go back to playing hide and seek with the known universe? The second option sounds considerably more reasonable then actually trying to figure out how a computer got to that part of time and was able to work at all.

Then again with the lives we lead I should probably just sit back and relax, trying to justify that isn't something that should be done unless you're ready for your dome to explode.

Beh, but on to the real point. Hello Dramadrama duck, I am Tom Servo. And I JUST beat Crow to coming here, ha ha~ Take it Crow! I win! Now YOUR last!

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You're one of Joel's robot friends right?

Yes, the one who got here first. But you can call me Tom, you can just call Crow 'Lasty'.

I'd take it you're a friend of his?

Alright then Tom. Are you two like brother robots or something? Because you sure act like it.

Acquaintance I suppose. We've only chatted a couple of times here. I'm Suze.

Eh you could call it that, or just two robots who drive each other crazy. He is the most illogical robot I've met. Ugh. Trying to play hop scotch with the impenetrably ministry of existence? Poppy cock I tell you!

Nice to meet you Suze, nice to finally meet a real female human who isn't from a bad movie.

Impenetrably ministry of existence?

Nice to meet you too. We don't scream and cry nearly as much.

That's who he wanted to play hopscotch with. Poor choice, I would have stuck with asking the known cosmic universe since he is infact everywhere!

Good, I'd like to know a woman who isn't in black and white or being terrorized by monsters made of foam. I'd suspect most women wouldn't run blindly screaming or cower.

Can't say I've ever heard of them.

No way. I'd pull out the hairdryer and kill the thing.

Well now you have! Now choose who'd you play with! You have THIRTY seconds!

I'd enjoy seeing that more then women crumpling in fear at the sight of a poorly painted monster.

Mmmm. I'll go with Batman. It'd be hilarious watching him hopscotch. Him or Superman. Classic.

Yeah, crumpling in fear isn't really my thing.

Video tape it and you'd probably have an award winning movie.

I'd see you more of 'I'm going to beat you to death with a broom' type. Which makes me want to stay on your good side.

I bet I would. And it wouldn't be impossible knowing this place.

That would be a very wise choice on your part. People who stand in my way don't last too long.

You'd get 10 out of 10's for that film so easily. Hell I'd give you a ten.

I'd prefer not to meet the painful end of your wrath. Being rebuilt is a pain in my barrel.

I'll have to get to work on it then.

Just don't make any sexist remarks and I think we'll be good. Deal?

Now remember, a dramatic ending always sells a movie, one of them tripping maybe? Scraping their knees? Falling in love with chalk while playing hopscotch? Anything could happen!

Deal, now don't mind me while I hide blunt instruments of pain from you.

The tragic love between a superhero and a piece of chalk! How romantic~

Go for it. But I'll have you know I'm very resourceful.

Certainly not too different from their usual love interests. They usually have the personality of chalk.

I can guess, thus why I'll try and keep the hardest of the blunt instruments in harder to find places.

Looks like I couldn't keep this place a secret for long. Well, as long as you're in bed by eight and promise to be good, I guess you can keep playing on here.

Aww, why not nine thirty? I'm a big bot now! I'll be good if its by nine thirty at the latest!

Well, all right, but you have to promise not to scare people away. This is kind of the only human interaction I get nowadays, other than the Mads.

Not even the really annoying ones? Cause they'd be fun to frighten with false tales of the future and robots ruling them with iron fists.

For all you know, they could come from the future and know you're lying. Then, they'd go back in time and kill me so I could never build you.

I could ask them before frightening them? But okay, I won't scare anyone here. Just Crow, maybe Gypsy. I'll go on a reign of terror in the name of Creepy Girl. My dear Creepy Girl.

Atta boy, Servo. But one of these days, we're going to need to have a sit-down talk about Creepy Girl.

Aww do we have to? Creepy girl and I are doing just fine!

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