As a child I read a primitive British fairy tale. In it certain badly behaved androids drink beer, walk through the forest and break into the capitol while most people are away. These androids, urged on by a moron seated on a toilet of gold, eat the people's porridge, sit in the people's chairs and sleep in the people's beds. When the people return, the androids kill five of them, jump out the broken windows and run away, feeling victorious.
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