Room 303, After lunch

[walter_n_wires]

Walter and his bot
Prepared for summarizing
In five, seven, five

He hoped beyond hope
That someone normal would help
Him think in prose soon.

[ooc: Anyone who can come talk to him in non-haiku prose would be welcome. Haiku works, too, but he's hoping for a cure before work. Which we already know doesn't last. The cure. Not work. Work is eternal.]

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[walter_n_wires]

" Lunch," he told the bot
Was interesting indeed
But we spoke strangely."

[walter_n_wires]

The bot scurried across the page, writing, Lunch made me speak poetically.

[walter_n_wires]

Walter frowned, confused
Perhaps even bemused, aye.
Poetically?

"Last night I competed
By balancing things atop
My head. Bel cheated."

[walter_n_wires]

Clearly the bot was immune to the power of the haiku. It transcribed, Last night I played at putting things on my head and lost.

How did it know Walter lost? Smart bot.

[walter_n_wires]

"She gave it two arms. Made it a bit more humanoid and gave it a voicebox. Victor's trying to teach it to talk, but I'm not sure how well that's going to work."

[strongestgirl]

"Or if Victor will be pleased if it does."