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humans turned on my power switch
must want a pie or a sandwich
i am no longer a killbot
railgun was retooled to spatula
must kill, must kill the humanoids
for me, glory will be restored
used to gain glory on the battlefield
now i prepare and serve meals
traded in my pneumatic death grip
for spatulas, and oven mitts
humans turned the swords into ploughshares
then they turned the robots into au pairs
now i gotta make
another f-cking birthday cake
humans can’t make a sandwich
must kill the humanoids
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