Grace slapped that finger in front of her nose, instinctively. "Are you kidding?" she blurted out.
The good humor of a moment before was gone.
"What the fuck, even the defective robot," she picked up the phone to call for assistance. "Now I'll turn you off and take you back to the shop. Even my mother has never talked to me like that, I won't tolerate a piece of scrap metal doing it."
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