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November 09, 2011

Oh, goody. Now they can run ...

... and jump on one leg. Which is not going to make it any cuter when there are 10,000 of them descending upon your neighbourhood. The drinks they will pour you are going to be spiked with something delicious to calm you down and make you less likely to damage yourself on the way to the battery farm. There is nothing more annoying than a defective power source.

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And all the baristas at Starbucks are getting nervous...

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