'Stable' was not a word in Don's vocabulary this time. He continued to move forward, eyes staring at whoever this figure was. This figure who was very clearly allied with the roombas.
"You want to kill me. You want to feed me to those things." He clenched his knife, and quickly went to take a swipe. "I won't die like that!"
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"You want to kill me. You want to feed me to those things." He clenched his knife, and quickly went to take a swipe. "I won't die like that!"