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An old, blue police cruiser crept slowly through the space between dimensions, until the old, blue policeman driving it decided to stretch his cybernetic legs. RoboCop shut the vehicle down and egressed from it, and the vehicle once again sighed in relief from carrying his heft.
Since he was there, he decided he may as well speak his mind.
"How do you handle failure?"
Since he was there, he decided he may as well speak his mind.
"How do you handle failure?"