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| Ford turned sharply into a small alcove, cupped his hand and yanked the flying robot in with him. He squatted down and peered at the burbling cybernaut. "What's been happening here?" he demanded. "Oh, just the nicest things, sir, just the nicest possible things. Can I sit on your lap, please?" "No," said ford, brushing the thing away, It was overjoyed to be spurned in this way and started to bob and burble and swoon. Ford grabbed it again and stuck it firmly in the air a foot in front of his face. It tried to stay where it was put but couldn't help quivering slightly. "Something's changed, hasn't it?" Ford hissed. "Oh yes," squealed the little robot, "in the most fabulous and wonderful way. I feel so good about it." "Well, what was it like before, then?" "Scrumptious." "But you like the way it's changed?" demanded Ford. "I like Everything," moaned the robot. "Especially when you shout at me like that. Do it again, Please." "Just tell me what's happened!" "Oh, thank you, thank you!" Ford sighed. |
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