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A/N: Oh look, another one. Read!
Cleon: Hi, Seldon. Can you help me by lying to improve my public image?
Hari: No.
(Leaves)
Thugs (Marbie and Alem): Hit the road, backwoods boy.
Hari: No.
Hummin: Can you help me save the galaxy?
Hari: No.
Hummin: Too bad, you're coming with me anyway!
(Takes Hari to Streeling University)
Dors: Hello, you're a bit of an idiot.
Hari: I know. Want me to teach you to play tennis?...RRRGH...I HATE HISTORY!!
Randa: Sounds like you need a break. How about studying some nice meteorological phenomena?
Hari: Sure, why not?
(Gets lost)
Hummin: Come on, you're leaving.
(Takes them to Mycogen)
Hari: I guess this isn't the time to publicly air my feminist views, but what the heck, let's try it anyway.
Raindrop 43: Oh Hari, your hair is so... hairy.
Dors: Oh look, the Book. Wanna try for the Aerie?
Hari: Of course!
Sunmaster 14: You're dead meat, Bro.
Hummin: All right, all right, we're leaving already.
Hari: You know, this is getting really old.
(Hummin whisks them off to Dahl)
Hari: Well, here we are. Can we see the heatsinks?
Mistress Tisalver: Hmmph.
Hari: Can we go to Billibotton?
Mistress Tisalver: Hmmph.
(They go to Billibotton)
Hari: Hey kid, we'll pay you to take us to Mother Rittah.
Raych: Cool.
Mother Rittah: Robots, eh? Robots...ROBOTS! SLOOOWLY I TURN! INCH BY INCH...STEP BY STEP...*DA-NEE!*
Hari: Ookay, we'll be going now.
Marron: Youse ain't goin' nowhere.
Dors: Just watch the pro, boys. A little twist here and a little twirl there and...voila! Mustache topiary!
Raych: Hey lady, that was cool.
Mistress Tisalver: Hmmph.
Officers: You're coming with us.
Dors: Oh no we're not.
Thalus: You're coming with me.
Hari: Okay.
Rashelle: Hi, you're prisoners of Wye.
Raych: Cool.
Rashelle: Can you help me-
Hari: How many times do I have to tell you people? NO!!!
(Imperials invade)
Rashelle: You wretched Demerzel, look what you've done! I'm meeelting!
Hari: Hey, that's not Demerzel, that's Hummin.
Rashelle: Idiot.
Hummin: Sorry about that, Seldon.
Hari: Daneel, I presume?
Hummin: Correct as usual, Dr. Seldon.
Hari: Dors, I realize you're only a bucket of bolts, but that shouldn't stand in the way of our relationship.
THE END
A/N: Oh look, another one. Read!
Cleon: Hi, Seldon. Can you help me by lying to improve my public image?
Hari: No.
(Leaves)
Thugs (Marbie and Alem): Hit the road, backwoods boy.
Hari: No.
Hummin: Can you help me save the galaxy?
Hari: No.
Hummin: Too bad, you're coming with me anyway!
(Takes Hari to Streeling University)
Dors: Hello, you're a bit of an idiot.
Hari: I know. Want me to teach you to play tennis?...RRRGH...I HATE HISTORY!!
Randa: Sounds like you need a break. How about studying some nice meteorological phenomena?
Hari: Sure, why not?
(Gets lost)
Hummin: Come on, you're leaving.
(Takes them to Mycogen)
Hari: I guess this isn't the time to publicly air my feminist views, but what the heck, let's try it anyway.
Raindrop 43: Oh Hari, your hair is so... hairy.
Dors: Oh look, the Book. Wanna try for the Aerie?
Hari: Of course!
Sunmaster 14: You're dead meat, Bro.
Hummin: All right, all right, we're leaving already.
Hari: You know, this is getting really old.
(Hummin whisks them off to Dahl)
Hari: Well, here we are. Can we see the heatsinks?
Mistress Tisalver: Hmmph.
Hari: Can we go to Billibotton?
Mistress Tisalver: Hmmph.
(They go to Billibotton)
Hari: Hey kid, we'll pay you to take us to Mother Rittah.
Raych: Cool.
Mother Rittah: Robots, eh? Robots...ROBOTS! SLOOOWLY I TURN! INCH BY INCH...STEP BY STEP...*DA-NEE!*
Hari: Ookay, we'll be going now.
Marron: Youse ain't goin' nowhere.
Dors: Just watch the pro, boys. A little twist here and a little twirl there and...voila! Mustache topiary!
Raych: Hey lady, that was cool.
Mistress Tisalver: Hmmph.
Officers: You're coming with us.
Dors: Oh no we're not.
Thalus: You're coming with me.
Hari: Okay.
Rashelle: Hi, you're prisoners of Wye.
Raych: Cool.
Rashelle: Can you help me-
Hari: How many times do I have to tell you people? NO!!!
(Imperials invade)
Rashelle: You wretched Demerzel, look what you've done! I'm meeelting!
Hari: Hey, that's not Demerzel, that's Hummin.
Rashelle: Idiot.
Hummin: Sorry about that, Seldon.
Hari: Daneel, I presume?
Hummin: Correct as usual, Dr. Seldon.
Hari: Dors, I realize you're only a bucket of bolts, but that shouldn't stand in the way of our relationship.
THE END