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Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do, Master Control! I'M ON TO YOU!
So, I don't take over Earth "quickly enough" that you have to send a spy out to infiltrate the clever disguise that is my pub quiz? I'm pretty sure the code exchange went like this:
The Legion of Dark Robots (in unison)
Quizbot isn't pulling his megaton weight. Let's send someone out to his Pub Quiz.
Master Control
Affirmative. Who shall we send?
The Legion of Dark Robots (in unison)
Bob.
Master Control
Bob?
The Legion of Dark Robots (in unison)
Bob.
That look about right, Master Control?! HUH?! So, "Bob" did show up at Quiz as a, get this, Quizmaster trainee! I'm sorry, but his skills were TOO GOOD to be a trainee! More like a spy, or an assassin, or robot ninja warrior, I'd say!
Bob was just too good on the microphone on "his first time hosting". Yeah, sure it is! A master spy never drops his guard, and no guard was dropped. I'm sorry, but I don't buy it. His scoring (something I'm quite fond of, if it's not apparent) was excellent, and no mistakes were made. He owned that Excel sheet like a Plutonion hooker.
Come to think of it, I saw a LOT of new faces at Goosetown! In fact, we had a new team to the venue in first place! Is my paranoia protocol running exponentially in error, or am I on to you, Master Control?! I'd prefer to think THE LATTER!! If you don't think I can conquer Earth, than just say so. I don't like this passive-aggressive subterfuge. Earth will be mine, in time! Chillax a bit. Please thank you companion-bot for the cookies, too. They were very high in Iron content - just the way Mother Brain used to make.
For the rest of you, learn to fear me! My time line appears to be sped up, albeit by forces at work, or my own paranoia! Either way, Earth shall suffer!
Until it does, I'll see you all next week at Goosetown Tavern!