Mk.001 waltzes into the bar, waiscoat drenched and clinging to his rippling abs. He takes his hat from his head, then places it onto his coat, already being on the rack. You can't help but stare, then again, who couldn't; that sleek design, those carbon fibre muscles, and starlight plating. Needless to say, you're enraptured by this stunning hunk of steel, and then his voice, he turns his head to the waiter and says in the most swoonworthy tone, Marion, I'll have the usual.
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