The Mayor joins in
2009-08-26

That's enough.

He's been hit with a pie twice for the same complaint. He gets it. Further pies would be redundant.

I've been programmed for triple redundancy, Sir.

Rookie, you just bought yourself sixty four hours on Spam Patrol.

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2009-08-28

What are robots doing in our police force?

TO PROTECT AND SERVE.

Are there a lot of robots like this?

No, Sir. Every robot here is from factory one and all over twenty one years old.

Twenty one years old.

Age of consent, Sir. I wouldn't want to be accused of robbing the parts bin.

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2009-08-31

Ecosystems Unlimited told us robots went to the scrap yard when they turned eighteen. They said there were problems with stability beyond that point.

These guys are older than eighteen and they're not acting like robots. They're acting like… people.

Which means, from a control point of view, they really have gone unstable.

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2009-09-02

Sam! Sam! The Mayor's assistant is here! With the police!

That means the Mayor can't be far behind.

We're running, right?

I was thinking more along the lines of an ambush.

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2009-09-04

Baker, go left. French Ninja, go right. Red Shirt Guy, intercept incoming pies.

Sam, you're a scoundrel. We're not going to help you.

Scoundrel or not, this is our chance to stand against oppression. To throw the pies of justice into the face of tyranny! To let them know that people should not fear the government, government should fear the people!

Do you really expect us to buy that load of hogwash?

No. I just needed to delay you long enough so that running was no longer an option.

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Redshirts

2009-09-07

What's our tactical situation?

There are five pie throwers and one non combatant. If we move in now, we'll get creamed.

I suggest we wait. Pies are being used at 20 times production rate. With given inventory, they'll run out of ammunition in 2406 years.

There are five of us. What if we throw pies back?

Pie inventory will be exhausted in only 1203 years! Sir, you're a genius!

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In fact, if there is a third party that produces pies, it is 1172.15. (Варг)
He most likely calculated the final figure (Robot Spike)

2009-09-09

Florence, this is a pie fight. You're not throwing any pies. Get in the game!

This is silly. We should be getting the ship ready for work.

Work. Work. Work. There's always going to be work. When you're done, there's more work. But an opportunity like this? Why, I'd never forgive myself if I let it pass you by.

SAM…

Good! Now take that outrage and channel it through a pie! Preferably at those guys.

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2009-09-11

There's a target! Throw!

That's a police officer! I can't throw a pie at a police officer!

There's the Mayor's Assistant! Get him! Get him!

That would be redundant.

Ah, waiting for the Mayor herself, eh?

WHAT?! NO! No. Maybe.

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2009-09-14

I would… very much… like to hit the Mayor with a pie. But what I want to do and need to do aren't the same thing.

These aren't our pies. I need to apologize to the Mayor's Assistant and take responsibility for what's happened here.

Sam Starfall. I knew you'd be in the middle of this.

WHERE WERE YOU THIRTY SECONDS AGO?

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2009-09-16

Sam, I'm going to…

Hit me with a pie? Well, I suppose even the Mayor deserves some fun now and then. Here you go.

What? Waiting for an engraved invitation? Fine. Here you go. This is a direct order. Hit me with a pie.

This is a trick, isn't it?

If you think so, we'll get another opinion. Mayor's Assistant Guy. Get over here! Now what did I do?

He handed me this and said…

♪ I'M HENRY
THE EIGHTH, ♪
I AM. HENRY
THE EIGHTH,
♪ I AM, I AM. ♬

THIS IS A DIRECT ORDER! HIT ME WITH A PIE!

I hate you, Sam. I hate you more than any woman's ever hated a cephalopod.

Why thank you. But right now, I need to duck.

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About Hating Cephalopods  -quote from Who Framed Roger Rabbit