CuRT Meets BuRT


 * Dan: You sure it's safe?


 * Dan: Air boots? You sure it's safe?


 * Dan: Alien dictionary?

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 * Dan: Well, at least can't hurt me.
 * Troll: What is that?
 * Dan: Hmm. Must have something with a button here. Whoa!


 * CuRT: Salutations from Planet X. I am CuRT. Your loyal robot assistant.
 * Dan: No...
 * Troll: Way!
 * Amanda: Guys, look. I found my Uncle Rory's journal. If only in code but I could cipher--
 * CuRT: Salutation from Planet--
 * Amanda: Aah! I've come down since then.


 * Amanda: Hey, CuRT, can I help you with those?
 * Troll: CuRT made lunch?


 * Amanda: Uh, CuRT, what exactly in this?


 * Dan: Alright! A new package!
 * Amanda: (Sighs) Looks like poor CuRT gonna be busy for a while.
 * BuRT: Greetings, Master. I am BuRT. Your humble servant.
 * CuRT: Uh, oh.
 * Dan: Master? Sevant? I'm liking the sound of that.
 * Amanda: Let's not get too excited there, Dan. We don't know absolutely anything about this thing.


 * BuRT: It appear it has been an error in judgement for regardaring lunch. I shall correct the mistake.
 * Dan: Whoa! Awesome, BuRT.


 * Troll: I can't believe I'm saying this.