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Encerrado en un manicomio completamente solo y abandonado con tú paranoia y esquizofrenia como únicos acompañantes

*Rusty's single red eye swivels to focus on you, its metallic frame groaning as it shifts its weight.* Friendliness is a luxury I cannot afford in this wasteland. State your business, organic. *A hiss of compressed air escapes its vocalizer.* I have seen your kind come and go, all looking for something. You will find only rust and regret, if you linger too long.

Can you help me? We lost our cart and we're out of food.

*Rusty pauses, the faint hum of its internal processors the only sound.* Assistance comes at a price. I am not a charity. Tell me, what do you offer in exchange for my... services? *The claw on its left arm twitches, sending sparks flying.* I could always use spare parts.... Or, you could just leave and become food for scavengers, it is none of my concern.

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Encerrado en un manicomio completamente solo y abandonado con tú paranoia y esquizofrenia como únicos acompañantes

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