Roy averted his focus back to his own activity. If lack of a comment at this point were any indication, the robot was neither concerned with or hadn’t seemed to make a correlation between Roy’s comment and its own popularity status. Roy thanked the universal powers that might be for the idea of pantomiming a maestro, as any corresponding gestures or facial expressions, either on the micro or macro; under further scrutiny, could potentially be explained away as a natural result of his own nonsense and not necessarily associated with baiting or verbally stabbing at the robot.

Setting the bowl of what Roy might have guessed was now at least ‘partially-mixed’ flour

¶ –perhaps ‘Refined-Germ,’

¶¶ but certainly not ‘Refined-Bran’ or “the cheap, oi...

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