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"Hey, Peter. You've got blue on you—oh crikey, you been crying?"
"Sniff! Don't worry about it, Steven. Just—sniff—go about your day."
"No, seriously, what's all this about?"
"Nothing. Only… I—oh god—it's only I'm terrified my wife won't love me anymore now I'm a robot!"
"Oh, man, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I wouldn't mind—"
"You wouldn't? Sniff! Even though blanks destroyed the planet?"
"Yeah. 'Cause it's you, y'know? And that's what matters."
"Thanks, Steven. Sniff. Also, I can do this now."
"That's—oh shit. Wow. Yeah, Peter. You'll be all right."