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S7E1: The Bots and the Bees

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I'll just politely escort him to the gutter. - Scram, shiny! - (GRUNTS) All right, how we feeling? Hot. I could bake a potato in my cleavage. Yeah, I need a seltzer. (SIGHS) I'd be honored to purchase you some refreshment. Hey, drink machine, you got anything classy for these delicate flowers?