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A great rumbling stirred from deep within the machine. Dust belched from one of the stacks and a ruckus not unlike a wrestling match between Tin Man and Robbie the Robot in a bucket of ball bearings issued through the central core. Suddenly, it leapt in
the air and bit me on the nose. Down!
We sprawled our bodies in the mud, breathing hard and listening attentively for
some appreciation
for all the hard work? But nooooo! All she could say at this important time was "Honey, I think we...
are made for each other.
