“So, rich American! You work for me now!”
“Um… you know I’m a Oliso TG800 Auto-Lift Iron, right?”
“Yes, just like in that movie about the rich American who can build weapons. And now you are mine!”
“I am. You bought me. I hope my anti-drip system serves you well.”
“Step out of that suit, Mr. Anthony, and face me like a man!”
“There’s no suit, buddy. I’m an iron. I keep your clothes from wrinkling.”
“Do not play games with me, you… Man-Iron !”
“I’m not playing games. I’m not a man. I’m just an iron.”
“But… your hand-lasers… your shoulder missles…”
“Buddy, I got a spray and maybe you can select ‘Steam’ as an option, but that’s it.”
“I curse you, Man-Iron! You have defeated me!”
“You’re really not very good at this.”
“I will unlock the technology one day, Man-Iron! And when that day comes, it will be a day… YOU RUE!”
“Okay, well, if you get wrinkled before then, check back, I’ll be here automatically shutting off.”
“CURRRRRSE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU”
“Okay! Keep on keepin’ on! Sheesh. I don’t understand how people always mistake me for that other guy. I wonder if Blackie Lawless has this problem?”

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