Lurch:
[
about the new robot, Smiley that was built to use as an assistant] Smiley... wants my job. They like him better. That tin... jug.
[
sits on a chair]
Lurch:
It's unfair.
[
Thing shows from a box holding a sheet, Lurch takes it]
Lurch:
Thank you, Thing. I'm... through. I'm... finished.
[
Thing makes a "no you're not" gesture by shaking his index finger]
Lurch:
What can I do?
[
Thing makes a fist and moves rapidly upward twice, makes an impression of slapping, and collapses]
Lurch:
Thank... you. You're a real friend, Thing.
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