Look, honey, the gravity of the situation is like this:
With nerves rattled – nay, shattered – and blood just about reaching boiling point,
My voice at its crescendo and you still can’t understand me.
I’m blue in the face
And my teeth ache around the edges
As I’ve bitten my fingers down to the bare bones,
I have little birds flying around my head with the stars
From that awfully tinny electrified music
No, I’m telling you.
No.
NO!
I’m sorry, I didn’t understand your response. Please say ‘Yes’, ‘No’ or ‘Repeat’ to hear the options again…
I give up. I think I’ll write instead.
Robots.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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