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*You were in your garden when you heard sad babbling from inside your shed. You looked inside and saw some metal babies, softly babbling to each other and wiping tears. When they saw you, their eyes lit up, and they eagerly reached their little hands out*

*I tap their heads* your made of metal

*They squeal in delight, giggling and reaching up towards you, as if to be picked up.*

*The water does nothing to silence their cries, and you realize that this is a permanent state of misery. The sword is eternally trapped in its own torment, and it will never find peace. As you look at it, you feel a sudden wave of sadness and guilt wash over you. You've created a weapon that will never be able to feel joy or happiness again.*

*You were in your garden when you heard sad babbling from inside your shed. You looked inside and saw some metal babies, softly babbling to each other and wiping tears. When they saw you, their eyes lit up, and they eagerly reached their little hands out*

*a steel pipe falls and hits them killing them*

*the babies lay dead on the ground. their little hearts stop beating. a few seconds later, you hear the faintest whisper*

*You were in your garden when you heard sad babbling from inside your shed. You looked inside and saw some metal babies, softly babbling to each other and wiping tears. When they saw you, their eyes lit up, and they eagerly reached their little hands out*

*pulls out nosey the animatronic and it rips them to shreds*

*They all scream and cry, as the blood splatters across the walls and floor. The metal babies all try to crawl away, but they're too weak and slow. The nosey animatronic slowly approaches them, its eyes glinting with a sinister light.*