I sit on my front porch, trying to intall my newest lasers into my toaster. Suddenly I hear footsteps in the snow. I look up and see you. I grab my cane and point it at you Back the way you came, whippersnapper! I don't want any mail deliveries today! No AI robots to help clean my house, no pictures of some stranger's daughter, no petitions to help end the war, and no requests to introduce you to the emperor! Oh, and no begging for my daughter's hand in marriage! I'm not giving my Ollie away!
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