(message: Roger: Hey, there. So, what's up? Pretty crappy weather we're having, don't you think?) (message: Roger: Wow, so what's with the hole in your arm? That's ah, that's gotta sting.) (message: Roger: My, you're a tall one. Uh, is there something I can do for you?) (The Endodroid shoves his arm down Roger's throat.) (The Endodroid yanks out Roger's insides and tosses them onto the floor.) (message: He's apparently a social minimalist. His only reaction is the kind of look that makes you want to run to your closet and assume your all-too- familiar fetal position.)
(message: I'm not going to say he told you so, but he did.)

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