Friend to Foe
I had a friend named Justin, who made robots that malfunction. I was kidding about that last one. But we was nice a ton. Later in the days, Justin put it all away. Friend into Foe. Our friendship was now low. Nowdays it still continues but this isn't going right. My old best friend has turned to dynamite! Woah! I was kidding about that last one, too. But now I've got to see Dr. Lou.
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