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The robot was full of vim and vigor. It sloshed around inside of him like a half empty soda can. The robot tried to lean over and pour it out, but fell down instead. He laid there and watched the plants grow. The plants were very far away. The robot was in a parking lot. Please move, someone asked. I need to park my car. The robot did not move. He was double parked, even. His vigor had leaked all over the place. The robot was fortunate that parking lots were going out of vogue. He laid there and watched the plants grow more. They grew and grew until they were also full of vim and vigor. The robot tried to warn them, but they fell over as well. The robot rolled over to look at the people, knowing that they would never fall over.