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You’re cut off by the crash of something robotic-ish falling to the ground, only a few feet from you. Bits of it bounce and clatter around, weirdly disconnected for a humanoid-ish thing.

DANIEL: “Is that another robot-thing?”

BONNIE: “Maybe?”

DANIEL: “Yeah, it looks pretty different to the other ones. Is it supposed to be in bits?”


> Take its head with you.