[ Whirr whirr do you hear the sound of robots echoing through time and space? Because they are coming. They are coming for you, Dean. You'd better check yo'self before you wreck yo'self, boy. ]
[ Whirr whirr whirr a hoard of robots enters the scene, knocking into chairs in their mad dash for the trash. They are long dead demons with nothing else to live for. Manners are secondary to their cause. They cannot be tamed, as Hannah Montana would put it. ]
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[ Whirr whirr whirr a hoard of robots enters the scene, knocking into chairs in their mad dash for the trash. They are long dead demons with nothing else to live for. Manners are secondary to their cause. They cannot be tamed, as Hannah Montana would put it. ]