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Rock just looks tired. And more than a little exasperated.
"Okay... so my father decided what he wanted to do with the new robot he's building. Of course, since he's still recovering from a stroke and acting like an insanely happy toddler because of it, he's not going about it in the most normal way. He decided that since the new robot will be the baby of the family he needs a nursery. Of course, this caused him to start painting the spare bedroom."
Rock sighs, shaking his head. The fusion of electric blue and hot pink had not been good for his eyes.
"So I guess my question is: how do you fix a room that's been painted glaringly ugly colors? And more importantly: how do you convince someone that building a nursery for a robot is a very bad idea?"
"Okay... so my father decided what he wanted to do with the new robot he's building. Of course, since he's still recovering from a stroke and acting like an insanely happy toddler because of it, he's not going about it in the most normal way. He decided that since the new robot will be the baby of the family he needs a nursery. Of course, this caused him to start painting the spare bedroom."
Rock sighs, shaking his head. The fusion of electric blue and hot pink had not been good for his eyes.
"So I guess my question is: how do you fix a room that's been painted glaringly ugly colors? And more importantly: how do you convince someone that building a nursery for a robot is a very bad idea?"