(Gravy_Xtreme_5000)
EOL15072023
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05-23-2023, 03:31 PM
As RoboGravy wanders aimlessly, his mechanical limbs jerking sporadically, he stumbles upon a dimly lit hallway.
In the corner, Mark Flynn lies on a tanning bed, unaware of the impending chaos.
RoboGravy's malfunctioning systems spew out a series of nonsensical directives, each more bewildering than the last:
"Directive 42: Activate toasty knuckles mode and recalibrate Bobby Bourbon's mustard levels."
"Directive 87: Calculate the cosmic significance of rubber duckies in a parallel universe."
"Directive 109: Perform an interpretive dance routine of Vinnie Lane's sex life."
Confusion and malfunction intertwine within RoboGravy's circuits, culminating in a catastrophic climax. With a swift motion of his powerful robotic arms, the tanning bed is shattered into pieces. Mark Flynn, caught off guard, finds himself pinned beneath the wreckage as RoboGravy shuts down and falls on top of him.
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