(message: Robot: Hello, sir. Your new robot will be here in a moment.) (Roger's new droid explodes and shreds him.) (message: Robot: Oh my. Another shredded customer. I suppose someone will be upset about this. Why do I bother.) (Roger flops over and dies.) (still shot: The Grim Reaper holding Roger in his bony grasp. message: You seem to have had trouble maintaining your composure (not to mention your molecular structure). Get yourself together. Unfortunately, you're the universe's only hope.)

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