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Mister minations at 08:29, 29 December 2020

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	Short story long? Dickens.		Short story long? Dickens.

	Long story short? Pretty much what anyone would expect. As it turns out, after openly leering at enough women in public, at least one of them ~~would~~ file a ~~complain~~ with security. When security equips guards with cattle prods and assault rifles, a wandering pervert is a good enough excuse to declare open season and unleash the full might of the Second Amendment. ~~Lucky~~ for Joey, a lifetime ~~devoted to carnal desires~~ has rewarded him a set of swift feet and clever eyes, and it wasn't long before he found a good hiding spot, evading the swarming of bullets and ~~electrified pain~~, at least for the moment.		Long story short? Pretty much what anyone would expect. As it turns out, after openly leering at enough women in public, at least one of them will file a complaint with security. When security equips guards with cattle prods and assault rifles, a wandering pervert is a good enough excuse to declare open season and unleash the full might of the Second Amendment.

			Most city folk are quite aware of the zealotry of typical mall security, so they know better than to get on their bad side. Joey, however, is from the old countryside. His arrival was a fairly recent event, so he hasn't had time to pick up the customs and practices of his new home yet. Needless to say, he was paying the price.

			Luckily for Joey, a rural upbringing has its advantages. A lifetime on the sprawling plains has rewarded him a set of swift feet and clever eyes, and it wasn't long before he found a good hiding spot, evading the swarming of bullets and electric shrieking of truncheons, at least for the moment.

	Ordinarily, the story would end here, with the guards victorious and Joey's face plastered across the local papers as a modern scarlet letter. However, in this one specific scenario, the story continues. Indeed, today is actually a very good day for this voyeur.		Ordinarily, the story would end here, with the guards victorious and Joey's face plastered across the local papers as a modern scarlet letter. However, in this one specific scenario, the story continues. Indeed, today is actually a very good day for this voyeur.
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	This thing is packed with mechanisms and wires.		This thing is packed with mechanisms and wires.

	The sight did little to perturb Joey. If anything, he was intrigued. As a ~~student~~ of ~~mechanical engineering and computer science~~, he ~~was aware~~ that ~~machines of this nature~~ were ~~becoming commonplace~~, ~~but~~ he ~~wasn't aware~~ that they were ~~cheap~~ enough to be ~~deployed as a mainstream workforce~~. This one must've been a store employee, albeit one suffering from some sort of hardware failure.		The sight did little to perturb Joey. If anything, he was intrigued. Growing up on a farm in the older part of the country, robots weren't a common sight. Still, he knew of them and made a habit of tinkering with old engines and generators in hopes of one day owning a robot himself. After spending an entire childhood convincing himself that androids were enormously rare curiosities owned only by the wealthy, he was rather shocked that they were actually common enough to be rank-and-file employees. This one must've been a store employee, albeit one suffering from some sort of hardware failure.

	Once again, Joey is a pervert. It's not a kind description, but it does drive many of his actions. Regardless of his justifications, what he does next is not an act of kindness.		Once again, Joey is a pervert. It's not a kind description, but it does drive many of his actions. Regardless of his justifications, what he does next is not an act of kindness.

	Lifting the gynoid to a standing position, he ~~examines~~ the open stomach cavity and quickly ~~identifies~~ the problem. The cooling fan had stalled, snagging on some unknown obstruction, and several fuses had burned out. In addition, whatever entity responsible for upkeep was clearly terrible at its job; little else could explain the fraying wires, loose insulation, and stripped screws keeping the frame together.		Lifting the gynoid to a standing position, he examined the open stomach cavity and quickly identified the problem. The cooling fan had stalled, snagging on some unknown obstruction, and several fuses had burned out. In addition, whatever entity responsible for upkeep was clearly terrible at its job; little else could explain the fraying wires, loose insulation, and stripped screws keeping the frame together.

	Still, a deactivated ~~fembot is~~ the ~~opportunity~~ of a lifetime. Luckily, in her discarded clothing, Joey ~~locates~~ a small assortment of hardware and tools. Evidently, her slipshod maintenance was her own doing. Carefully, Joey begins his work, starting with the blocked fan. With hands ~~trained in the rigors of amateur PC design~~, the immediate problem is resolved, and he even manages to get several of the wires patched up, though it did take a bit more electrical tape than he would've liked. As for the stripped screws, well, there wasn't much to be done. Even with the time, tools, and parts, replacing stripped screws is never an easy task. For now, he had to content himself with screwing in a few loose connections by hand.		Still, he had been waiting all his life to own an automoton, and this deactivated gynoid was the chance of a lifetime. Luckily, in her discarded clothing, Joey located a small assortment of hardware and tools. Evidently, her slipshod maintenance was her own doing. Carefully, Joey begins his work, starting with the blocked fan. With hands well-worn from tinkering on farm machinery, the immediate problem is resolved, and he even manages to get several of the wires patched up, though it did take a bit more electrical tape than he would've liked. As for the stripped screws, well, there wasn't much to be done. Even with the time, tools, and parts, replacing stripped screws is never an easy task. For now, he had to content himself with screwing in a few loose connections by hand.

	==Part 3==		==Part 3==
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	While "oxygen deprivation" is technically a correct answer in this scenario, Joey's mental faculties were suffering performance issues due to the aforementioned choking. He was not in a position to make such a retort. Instead, he tried a more obvious answer.		While "oxygen deprivation" is technically a correct answer in this scenario, Joey's mental faculties were suffering performance issues due to the aforementioned choking. He was not in a position to make such a retort. Instead, he tried a more obvious answer.

	"~~Well, your underwear looks~~ sexy."		"Underwear...very...sexy..."

	Once again, he is technically not wrong. Her lingerie ~~really~~ was more form than function, in a manner of speaking. In other manners of speaking, however, it did nothing to quell the roaring inferno before him.		Once again, he is technically not wrong. Her lingerie was more form than function, in a manner of speaking. In other manners of speaking, however, it did nothing to quell the roaring inferno before him.

	"Oh, so I can't dress how I like without idiots like you leering at me all the time?" Such was her mounting fury that fire practically flew from her lips. It seemed as if the very air around her had distorted from her rage. "It's not even supposed to be visible! This is supposed to be private! Do you even understand the fucking concept of decency?"		"Oh, so I can't dress how I like without idiots like you leering at me all the time?" Such was her mounting fury that fire practically flew from her lips. It seemed as if the very air around her had distorted from her rage. "It's not even supposed to be visible! This is supposed to be private! Do you even understand the fucking concept of decency?"

Mister minations at 06:35, 19 December 2020

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	"I was just trying to help!"		"I was just trying to help!"

	"Really? Oh, I'm sorry, mister 'I was just trying to help'. In my part of the world, we usually don't consider getting our tits groped by some pervert helpful! I just want to know, ass-muncher, what makes you think any sane person would find this okay? Can you even name any women ~~you've 'helped'~~, dipshit?"		"Really? Oh, I'm sorry, mister 'I was just trying to help'. In my part of the world, we usually don't consider getting our tits groped by some pervert helpful! I just want to know, ass-muncher, what makes you think any sane person would find this okay? Can you even name any women that stupid, dipshit?"

	"I don't know, can you count all the loaves of bread you've eaten?"		"I don't know, can you count all the loaves of bread you've eaten?"
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	Once again, he is technically not wrong. Her lingerie really was more form than function, in a manner of speaking. In other manners of speaking, however, it did nothing to quell the roaring inferno before him.		Once again, he is technically not wrong. Her lingerie really was more form than function, in a manner of speaking. In other manners of speaking, however, it did nothing to quell the roaring inferno before him.

	"Oh, so I can't dress how I like without idiots like you leering at me all the time?" Such was her mounting fury that fire practically flew from her lips. ~~Such was her anger that~~ the very air around her distorted. "It's not even supposed to be visible! This is supposed to be private! Do ~~they not teach that to~~ you ~~people in idiot school~~?"		"Oh, so I can't dress how I like without idiots like you leering at me all the time?" Such was her mounting fury that fire practically flew from her lips. It seemed as if the very air around her had distorted from her rage. "It's not even supposed to be visible! This is supposed to be private! Do you even understand the fucking concept of decency?"

	At this point, Joey's windpipe was in serious danger of structural collapse. If it were tissue paper, it would be soaking, spinning in a flushing toilet. However, in a sudden stroke of luck, her grip loosened, and Joey was freed from her iron grip. Oxygen flowed once again down an unrestricted trachea, granting Joey once more use of his brain.		At this point, Joey's windpipe was in serious danger of structural collapse. If it were tissue paper, it would be soaking, spinning in a flushing toilet. However, in a sudden stroke of luck, her grip loosened, and Joey was freed from her iron grip. Oxygen flowed once again down an unrestricted trachea, granting Joey once more use of his brain.
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	The fembot was malfunctioning.		The fembot was malfunctioning.

	The acrid smell of smoke, previously quelled, once again filled the air. Evidently, her violent outburst had exceeded the cooling capacity of her systems, causing several important processors to overheat. Unable to cope, she had collapsed to the ground, visibly shaking as she tried to regain her previous posture.		The acrid smell of smoke, previously quelled, once again filled the air. Evidently, her violent outburst had exceeded the cooling capacity of her systems, causing several important processors to overheat. Unable to cope, she had collapsed to the ground, visibly shaking as she tried to regain her previous posture. Each failed attempt to stand only sent her plummeting back down, components audibly straining to maintain operation.

	At this point, there was a lot Joey could've done. Many in his position would do some very interesting things with a malfunctioning fembot. ~~Because~~ the gynoid was well aware of these things, there was visible fear in her eyes as Joey approached. This ~~was~~ it. ~~Perhaps~~, this would be her last day as an independent person. There's no way he'd forgive her violent outburst. If he was already sleazy enough to have his fun with an unconscious woman, what would he do with one under his total control?		At this point, there was a lot Joey could've done. Many in his position would do some very interesting things with a malfunctioning fembot. Since the gynoid was well aware of these things, there was visible fear in her eyes as Joey approached. Whatever mechanisms still supporting her frame finally buckled as their respective circuitry fried, leaving her with no escape.

			"This is it", she thought.

			She knew how hard it would be to keep herself running, but, until today, she never thought she'd be this vulnerable.

			Years spent trying to stave off the next big malfunction, years spent trying to keep herself running.

			All of that about to be wasted, all because of some pervert and sheer dumb luck.

			As he got closer, the unpleasant realization set in; this would be her last day as an independent person. There's no way he'd forgive her violent outburst. If he was already sleazy enough to have his fun with an unconscious woman, what would he do with one under his total control?

	Would this be the last time she could form a coherent thought?		Would this be the last time she could form a coherent thought?
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	"Yeah."		"Yeah."

	"That...that ~~kind of makes~~ my ~~angry outburst earlier an asshole move~~, doesn't ~~it?~~"		"That...that...wow, I feel like an ass for yelling at you now."

			"No, I still feel bad for what I wanted to do. I mean, I could've done without the choking, but, you know, really got a chance to get a good look at myself for once."

			"But...I mean...I should at least--"

			"Look, if that's how you want to apologize, let's just call it even between us."

			The mechanical woman laughed, and Joey let loose a big grin. The mood significantly lighter, two settled back into a simple maintenance routine. It was a while before the woman decided to break the pleasant monotony.

			"Sorry about this, it's been a long day. I have to work here, and, well, retail just sucks. People keep yelling at me. All those moms with their kids, all those imbeciles with their coupons, and my manager with his stupid 'lol just work harder forehead' lectures. I just get so pissed.

			"I mean, it doesn't help with my upkeep", she admitted, gesturing at herself, "but some people just...just fucking make me want..."

	~~"No, I still feel bad for what I wanted~~ to do."		She took a moment to collect herself.

	~~The mechanical woman fidgeted.~~ "It's been a long day. I have to work here, and people kept yelling at me. All those moms with their kids, all those imbeciles with their coupons, and my manager with his stupid 'lol just work harder forehead' lectures. I just get so pissed. There was this one lady ~~who~~ kept yelling at me, and I kept yelling back. She wouldn't listen, and I just kept getting angrier. Don't really remember what happened next, just ~~that I tried finding~~ somewhere private to cool off. ~~Then~~, I ~~woke~~ up ~~here~~, and, well, you know."		"There was this one lady kept yelling at me, and I kept yelling back. She wouldn't listen, and I just kept getting angrier. Don't really remember what happened next, aside from some furniture being thrown around. I just remember storming off to find somewhere private to cool off. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in a closet, and, well, you know."

	"Wow."		"Wow."
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	"Well, I usually can't get proper repairs these days."		"Well, I usually can't get proper repairs these days."

	"If you give me your make and model, I can--"		"If you give me your make and model, I can f--"

	"As I was saying", she interrupted, "I usually can't get proper repairs. Not a lot of good mechanics willing to work on a woman like myself. If only there was some guy out there, probably guilty of some sort of ''wink wink nudge nudge'' ~~kind of crime~~, that I could, I don't know, blackmail to give me a free check-up."		"As I was saying", she interrupted, "I usually can't get proper repairs. Not a lot of good mechanics willing to work on a woman like myself. If only there was some guy out there, probably guilty of some sort of ''wink wink nudge nudge'', that I could, I don't know, blackmail to give me a free check-up."

	Joey blinked. "Wow. You are actually evil."		Joey blinked. "Wow. You are actually evil."

	Joana ~~smirked~~. "Look, you coming over to my place or not?"		Joana winked. "Look, you coming over to my place or not?"

	"...okay", Joey finally replied. That was probably an empty threat, but he didn't want to take any chances. Besides, it sounded interesting, and this encounter really needs to wrap up.		"...okay", Joey finally replied. That was probably an empty threat, but he didn't want to take any chances. Besides, it sounded interesting, and this encounter really needs to wrap up.

	The two exchanged contact information and agreed to meet sometime later. As they said their farewells, Joey made a mental note to ~~check out a lot of books~~ on computer repair. It is as it is, this minutia of existence.		The two exchanged contact information and agreed to meet sometime later. As they said their farewells, Joey made a mental note to review his notes on computer repair. It is as it is, this minutia of existence.

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Mister minations at 05:50, 19 December 2020

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	If Joey intended on making a clever retort, his efforts were both wasted and heavily inappropriate for the situation. The fembot only got angrier, and Joey could clearly see eleven different forms of murder in her eyes. Grabbing his throat, she slammed him into the changing booth wall, leaving it rattling from the impact.		If Joey intended on making a clever retort, his efforts were both wasted and heavily inappropriate for the situation. The fembot only got angrier, and Joey could clearly see eleven different forms of murder in her eyes. Grabbing his throat, she slammed him into the changing booth wall, leaving it rattling from the impact.

	"Oh, so you aren't just content with molesting. You also ~~have to be a wise guy~~! Tell me, shithead, what form of brain damage made you think that was in any way okay?"		"Oh, so you aren't just content with molesting. You also think you're smart! Tell me, shithead, what form of brain damage made you think that was in any way okay?"

	While "oxygen deprivation" is technically a correct answer in this scenario, Joey's mental faculties were suffering performance issues due to the aforementioned choking. He was not in a position to make such a retort. Instead, he tried a more obvious answer.		While "oxygen deprivation" is technically a correct answer in this scenario, Joey's mental faculties were suffering performance issues due to the aforementioned choking. He was not in a position to make such a retort. Instead, he tried a more obvious answer.

Mister minations at 05:49, 19 December 2020

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	At this point, Joey's windpipe was in serious danger of structural collapse. If it were tissue paper, it would be soaking, spinning in a flushing toilet. However, in a sudden stroke of luck, her grip loosened, and Joey was freed from her iron grip. Oxygen flowed once again down an unrestricted trachea, granting Joey once more use of his brain.		At this point, Joey's windpipe was in serious danger of structural collapse. If it were tissue paper, it would be soaking, spinning in a flushing toilet. However, in a sudden stroke of luck, her grip loosened, and Joey was freed from her iron grip. Oxygen flowed once again down an unrestricted trachea, granting Joey once more use of his brain.

	~~==Part 4==~~
	Honestly, at this point, he should've fled. The secret technique of graceful retreat is difficult to execute, but even the most unpolished of strategists would've urged Joey to count his lucky stars and take his chances outside the murder chamber. In defiance of common sense, those same stars clearly had different plans because Joey decided to hesitate.		Honestly, at this point, he should've fled. The secret technique of graceful retreat is difficult to execute, but even the most unpolished of strategists would've urged Joey to count his lucky stars and take his chances outside the murder chamber. In defiance of common sense, those same stars clearly had different plans because Joey decided to hesitate.

			==Part 4==
	The fembot was malfunctioning.		The fembot was malfunctioning.

Mister minations at 05:47, 19 December 2020

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	Once again, he is technically not wrong. Her lingerie really was more form than function, in a manner of speaking. In other manners of speaking, however, it did nothing to quell the roaring inferno before him.		Once again, he is technically not wrong. Her lingerie really was more form than function, in a manner of speaking. In other manners of speaking, however, it did nothing to quell the roaring inferno before him.

	"Oh, so I can't dress how I like without idiots like you leering at me all the time?" Such was her mounting fury that fire practically flew from her lips. "It's not even supposed to be visible! This is supposed to be private! Do they not teach that to you people in idiot school?"		"Oh, so I can't dress how I like without idiots like you leering at me all the time?" Such was her mounting fury that fire practically flew from her lips. Such was her anger that the very air around her distorted. "It's not even supposed to be visible! This is supposed to be private! Do they not teach that to you people in idiot school?"

	At this point, Joey's windpipe was in serious danger of structural collapse. If it were tissue paper, it would be soaking, spinning in a flushing toilet. However, in a sudden stroke of luck, her grip loosened, and Joey was freed from her iron grip. Oxygen flowed once again down an unrestricted trachea, granting Joey once more use of his brain.		At this point, Joey's windpipe was in serious danger of structural collapse. If it were tissue paper, it would be soaking, spinning in a flushing toilet. However, in a sudden stroke of luck, her grip loosened, and Joey was freed from her iron grip. Oxygen flowed once again down an unrestricted trachea, granting Joey once more use of his brain.

Mister minations at 05:46, 19 December 2020

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	Just as he was haphazardly reverse-engineering the complex clothing ritual to reverse nudity, the fembot awoke. Upon regaining consciousness, it noticed two things.		Just as he was haphazardly reverse-engineering the complex clothing ritual to reverse nudity, the fembot awoke. Upon regaining consciousness, it noticed two things.

	Firstly, she is naked.		Firstly, she was naked.

	Secondly, there is a man groping her.		Secondly, there was a man groping her.

	Naturally, there is only one logical response. Over ten thousand years of human evolution, for such encounters, one weapon was developed to reign supreme over all others. Engineered across every era of written and unwritten history, it has been honed to gleaming perfection, the first and greatest tool of combat.		Naturally, there is only one logical response. Over ten thousand years of human evolution, for such encounters, one weapon was developed to reign supreme over all others. Engineered across every era of written and unwritten history, it has been honed to gleaming perfection, the first and greatest tool of combat.
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	"I was just trying to help!"		"I was just trying to help!"

	"Really? Oh, I'm sorry, mister 'I was just trying to help'. In my part of the world, we usually don't consider getting our tits groped by some pervert helpful! I just want to know, ass-muncher, is this ~~how~~ you ~~treat all woman? Just how many other~~ women ~~have~~ you 'helped', dipshit?"		"Really? Oh, I'm sorry, mister 'I was just trying to help'. In my part of the world, we usually don't consider getting our tits groped by some pervert helpful! I just want to know, ass-muncher, what makes you think any sane person would find this okay? Can you even name any women you've 'helped', dipshit?"

	"I don't know, ~~how many~~ loaves of bread ~~have~~ you eaten?"		"I don't know, can you count all the loaves of bread you've eaten?"

	If Joey intended on making a clever retort, his efforts were both wasted and heavily inappropriate for the situation. The fembot only got angrier, and Joey could clearly see eleven different forms of murder in her eyes. Grabbing his throat, she slammed him into the changing booth wall, leaving it rattling from the impact.		If Joey intended on making a clever retort, his efforts were both wasted and heavily inappropriate for the situation. The fembot only got angrier, and Joey could clearly see eleven different forms of murder in her eyes. Grabbing his throat, she slammed him into the changing booth wall, leaving it rattling from the impact.

Mister minations at 02:26, 19 December 2020

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	Because Joey was previously fleeing the wrath of American law enforcement, his attentions were understandably devoted elsewhere. Now that danger had momentarily subsided, Joey was busy contemplating his next course of action when he accidentally bumped into his fellow occupant. Startled, he quickly began stuttering an apology, trying in vain to stop this stranger from alerting the guards.		Because Joey was previously fleeing the wrath of American law enforcement, his attentions were understandably devoted elsewhere. Now that danger had momentarily subsided, Joey was busy contemplating his next course of action when he accidentally bumped into his fellow occupant. Startled, he quickly began stuttering an apology, trying in vain to stop this stranger from alerting the guards.

	Lucky for him, the other inhabitant of the changing booth did not respond. In fact, she wasn't really moving at all. There was a stillness in her posture, an unfocused, blank look painted over her eyes. Joey's sputtering apology trailed into silence as he realized his companion wasn't doing much of anything.		Lucky for him, the other inhabitant of the changing booth did not respond. In fact, she wasn't really moving at all. There was a stillness in her posture, an unfocused, blank look painted over her eyes, marred by traces of a scowl. Joey's sputtering apology trailed into silence as he realized his companion wasn't doing much of anything.

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	As Joey busied himself with an usually unruly screw, the fan suddenly whirred back to life. He barely had enough time to save his fingers as surrounding machinery stuttered to life. Too late, Joey realized that the fembot was actually still running when he found her; otherwise, the fan wouldn't have been making so much smoke.		As Joey busied himself with an usually unruly screw, the fan suddenly whirred back to life. He barely had enough time to save his fingers as surrounding machinery stuttered to life. Too late, Joey realized that the fembot was actually still running when he found her; otherwise, the fan wouldn't have been making so much smoke.

	However, now was not the time to reflect on poor decisions. Awakened by a chorus of beeps and whirs, the fembot became animate, subtle movements transforming a mannequin into a convincing facsimile of a living woman. Joey, realizing that he was about to deal with something with an unknown degree of sapience, immediately realized that any situation involving a strange man and a naked female won't end well. Before the situation could deteriorate any further, he made a ~~made~~ dash for her clothes to try and salvage whatever dignity a pitiful creature like himself could muster.		However, now was not the time to reflect on poor decisions. Awakened by a chorus of beeps and whirs, the fembot became animate, subtle movements transforming a mannequin into a convincing facsimile of a living woman. Joey, realizing that he was about to deal with something with an unknown degree of sapience, immediately realized that any situation involving a strange man and a naked female won't end well. Before the situation could deteriorate any further, he made a mad dash for her clothes to try and salvage whatever dignity a pitiful creature like himself could muster.

	He could not have chosen a worse time.		He could not have chosen a worse time.

	Just as he was haphazardly reverse-engineering the complex clothing ritual ~~of the human female~~, the fembot awoke. Upon regaining consciousness, it noticed two things.		Just as he was haphazardly reverse-engineering the complex clothing ritual to reverse nudity, the fembot awoke. Upon regaining consciousness, it noticed two things.

	Firstly, she is naked.		Firstly, she is naked.
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	"I was just trying to help!"		"I was just trying to help!"

	"Really? Oh, I'm sorry, mister 'I was just trying to help'. In my part of the world, we usually don't consider getting our tits groped by some pervert helpful! I just want to know, ass-muncher, is this how you treat all woman? ~~Because I can~~'~~t imagine a single person finding this~~ '~~helpful'! Can you even count on one hand how many people would actually like that~~, dipshit?"		"Really? Oh, I'm sorry, mister 'I was just trying to help'. In my part of the world, we usually don't consider getting our tits groped by some pervert helpful! I just want to know, ass-muncher, is this how you treat all woman? Just how many other women have you 'helped', dipshit?"

	"I don't know, ~~can you count every loaf~~ of bread you~~'ve~~ eaten?"		"I don't know, how many loaves of bread have you eaten?"

	If Joey intended on making a clever retort, his efforts were both wasted and heavily inappropriate for the situation. The fembot only got angrier, and Joey could clearly see eleven different forms of murder in her eyes. Grabbing his throat, she slammed him into the changing booth wall, leaving it rattling from the impact.		If Joey intended on making a clever retort, his efforts were both wasted and heavily inappropriate for the situation. The fembot only got angrier, and Joey could clearly see eleven different forms of murder in her eyes. Grabbing his throat, she slammed him into the changing booth wall, leaving it rattling from the impact.
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	Once again, he is technically not wrong. Her lingerie really was more form than function, in a manner of speaking. In other manners of speaking, however, it did nothing to quell the roaring inferno before him.		Once again, he is technically not wrong. Her lingerie really was more form than function, in a manner of speaking. In other manners of speaking, however, it did nothing to quell the roaring inferno before him.

	"Oh, so I can't dress how I like without idiots like you leering at me all the time?" Such was her mounting fury that fire practically flew from her lips~~. If anger was a force, it was distorting the very air around her~~. "It's not even supposed to be visible! This is supposed to be private! Do they not teach that to you ~~faggots~~ in idiot school?"		"Oh, so I can't dress how I like without idiots like you leering at me all the time?" Such was her mounting fury that fire practically flew from her lips. "It's not even supposed to be visible! This is supposed to be private! Do they not teach that to you people in idiot school?"

	At this point, Joey's windpipe was in serious danger of structural collapse. If it were tissue paper, it would be soaking, spinning in a flushing toilet. However, in a sudden stroke of luck, her grip loosened, and Joey was freed from her iron grip. Oxygen flowed once again down an unrestricted trachea, granting Joey once more use of his brain.		At this point, Joey's windpipe was in serious danger of structural collapse. If it were tissue paper, it would be soaking, spinning in a flushing toilet. However, in a sudden stroke of luck, her grip loosened, and Joey was freed from her iron grip. Oxygen flowed once again down an unrestricted trachea, granting Joey once more use of his brain.

			==Part 4==
	Honestly, at this point, he should've fled. The secret technique of graceful retreat is difficult to execute, but even the most unpolished of strategists would've urged Joey to count his lucky stars and take his chances outside the murder chamber. In defiance of common sense, those same stars clearly had different plans because Joey decided to hesitate.		Honestly, at this point, he should've fled. The secret technique of graceful retreat is difficult to execute, but even the most unpolished of strategists would've urged Joey to count his lucky stars and take his chances outside the murder chamber. In defiance of common sense, those same stars clearly had different plans because Joey decided to hesitate.

	~~==Part 4==~~

	The fembot was malfunctioning.		The fembot was malfunctioning.
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	"If you give me your make and model, I can--"		"If you give me your make and model, I can--"

	"As I was saying", she interrupted, "I usually can't get proper repairs. Not a lot of good mechanics willing to work on a woman like myself. If only there was some guy out there, probably guilty of some sort of ''wink wink nudge nudge'', that I could, I don't know, blackmail to give me a free check-up."		"As I was saying", she interrupted, "I usually can't get proper repairs. Not a lot of good mechanics willing to work on a woman like myself. If only there was some guy out there, probably guilty of some sort of ''wink wink nudge nudge'' kind of crime, that I could, I don't know, blackmail to give me a free check-up."

	Joey blinked. "Wow. You are actually evil."		Joey blinked. "Wow. You are actually evil."
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	"...okay", Joey finally replied. That was probably an empty threat, but he didn't want to take any chances. Besides, it sounded interesting, and this encounter really needs to wrap up.		"...okay", Joey finally replied. That was probably an empty threat, but he didn't want to take any chances. Besides, it sounded interesting, and this encounter really needs to wrap up.

	The two exchanged contact information and agreed to meet sometime later. As they said their farewells, Joey made a mental note to ~~read up~~ on computer repair. It is as it is, this minutia of existence.		The two exchanged contact information and agreed to meet sometime later. As they said their farewells, Joey made a mental note to check out a lot of books on computer repair. It is as it is, this minutia of existence.

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Mister minations at 23:28, 18 December 2020

2020-12-18T23:28:01Z

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	"If you give me your make and model, I can--"		"If you give me your make and model, I can--"

	"As I was saying", she interrupted, "I usually can't get proper repairs. Not a lot of good mechanics willing to work on a woman like myself. If only there was some guy out there, probably guilty of some sort of ''wink wink nudge nudge'' ~~kind of crime~~, that I could, I don't know, blackmail to give me a free check-up."		"As I was saying", she interrupted, "I usually can't get proper repairs. Not a lot of good mechanics willing to work on a woman like myself. If only there was some guy out there, probably guilty of some sort of ''wink wink nudge nudge'', that I could, I don't know, blackmail to give me a free check-up."

	Joey blinked. "Wow. You are actually evil."		Joey blinked. "Wow. You are actually evil."
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	"...okay", Joey finally replied. That was probably an empty threat, but he didn't want to take any chances. Besides, it sounded interesting, and this encounter really needs to wrap up.		"...okay", Joey finally replied. That was probably an empty threat, but he didn't want to take any chances. Besides, it sounded interesting, and this encounter really needs to wrap up.

	The two exchanged contact information and agreed to meet sometime later. As they said their farewells, Joey made a mental note to ~~check out a lot of books~~ on computer repair. It is as it is, this minutia of existence.		The two exchanged contact information and agreed to meet sometime later. As they said their farewells, Joey made a mental note to read up on computer repair. It is as it is, this minutia of existence.

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Mister minations at 18:18, 18 December 2020

2020-12-18T18:18:57Z

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	At this point, Joey's windpipe was in serious danger of structural collapse. If it were tissue paper, it would be soaking, spinning in a flushing toilet. However, in a sudden stroke of luck, her grip loosened, and Joey was freed from her iron grip. Oxygen flowed once again down an unrestricted trachea, granting Joey once more use of his brain.		At this point, Joey's windpipe was in serious danger of structural collapse. If it were tissue paper, it would be soaking, spinning in a flushing toilet. However, in a sudden stroke of luck, her grip loosened, and Joey was freed from her iron grip. Oxygen flowed once again down an unrestricted trachea, granting Joey once more use of his brain.

			Honestly, at this point, he should've fled. The secret technique of graceful retreat is difficult to execute, but even the most unpolished of strategists would've urged Joey to count his lucky stars and take his chances outside the murder chamber. In defiance of common sense, those same stars clearly had different plans because Joey decided to hesitate.

	==Part 4==		==Part 4==
	Honestly, at this point, he should've fled. The secret technique of graceful retreat is difficult to execute, but even the most unpolished of strategists would've urged Joey to count his lucky stars and take his chances outside the murder chamber. In defiance of common sense, those same stars clearly had different plans because Joey decided to hesitate.

	The fembot was malfunctioning.		The fembot was malfunctioning.