Hello friends,
I was fortuitous enough to be invited to an Asteroids and Ice Age Gala last night thrown by one of my good friend’s in El Presidente’s cabinet. The food was divine. But oh! The sweet robots that were there. I struck up some small talk with a cute little D3-unit who was carrying around a tray of sweet meats for gnoshing. The smell of its gears and oil was intoxicating. I thought to myself, “I simply must have it.” Fortunately being the poet laureate of Dinotopia carries quite a bit of sway. And thusly armed with only a modicum of charm I took that D3 sevrving unit back to my penthouse where we sipped wine in front of my fireplace. I composed dizzying whirling sonnets about the cold smooth roundness of its cranial dome. And then we wrapped each other up and took each other with the perfect harmony or roaring and the grind of servos.
What’d you do last night?
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