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Why, oh why hadn't he made her just a little bit more gullible enough to believe him? Michael froze as Celine went right up to him and proceeded to neatly pick apart the story he'd fed her with. And was she really checking him out already?! The poor lad's face had gone even redder at this point, trying to form words but succeeding only in making noises as if he'd short circuited.

Not even five minutes into the Robotica's runtime and she already had him by the balls. Recovering his wits, Mike made an attempt to save face while he still could.

"At least I wouldn't spike your drink or try to take advantage of you. I have morals, you know!" And with that, he hurriedly left the room.

Very interesting times indeed.

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Later, at school, Michael was roaming the familiar corridors, on his way to the Gentlemens' Club. The three of them had agreed to hold a meeting to see how each of them had fared with their respective Roboticas thus far. Hopefully I wasn't the only one who had problems, he thought to himself. When he got to the Club's room, he opened the door to find that there was nobody in. Shrugging, he took a seat in his usual chair and patiently awaited the arrival of the others...