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"Talk to this robot," you command the elderly wizard. Fooruman walks over to SmarterChild, kneels down with a cracking noise, and begins to speak.
"Hello little girl," he says gently, "my name is Archmage Fooruman of Castle2. However, to truely understand the meaning of life, one must trace it back to its roots. Namely, that which tastes of STONE. Now, let me tell you a little story. This is a story about a piece of butter who had no toast. He was eaten by a stray, rabid dog. They both died. You can see how this relates; the butter is like life, and the dog was like that which tastes of STONE. Hello."
SmarterChild merely sits there, staring blankly at Fooruman. "My brain is capable of fitting on a five-and-a-half-inch floppy disk," the robot says, "but that was nonetheless the most idiotic combination of words into 'sentences' that I have ever heard in my existence. Please go away." Fooruman frowns with extreme joy and walks back to the other side of the room.
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