"Why was six afraid of seven?" I asked.
(Dramatic pause.)
"Because seven eight nine!"
Perhaps this little robot would be impressed, or even moved, by the arts. I don't often admit this, but I've got something of a background in dance (three years of jazz, six years of modern). Hoping to entrance the robot with my charm and grace, I busted out some acrobatic maneuvers, finishing with a flurry of high-leg kicks.
Pride got the better of me. "I'd like to see you do better!" I huffed. "Stupid robot."

BINARY BARD
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