
"One day, I will find that Jester. He only cost two dollars and seventy six cents. I cost six dollars. That fucking bastard.
"He makes me sick, with his wind-up head spinning action. I can't believe that I cost more, yet take additional batteries to operate my light up eyes and spinning clicking noise action. I should be the inexpensive product!"
The robot, armed with gun and clicking noise action, hunted poor Jester. All the while, Jester, trying to escape, couldn't fathom the cause for this hostility from the robot.

"Since I am a Jester, I only speak in rhyme.
None of this hatred will be revealed, not in due time.
Cost two seventy six, I did, its true.
Yet you are machine, I only wind up and sing tunes.
My head spins back and forth, and I cannot recall-
the last time I had light up eyes, or rolled around on a ball.
A bearing you have, underneath your motor.
All I have is a stationary drum,
So what the fuck, robot?"
TO BE FUCKING CONTINUED.
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