Robots would work as much as an arugula milkshake if I incorporate it, but the sentiment could be great.
Instead of robots, they can be cases of knights terrorizing Sybari’s refuge.
They can fight back against those real monsters who exiled them, stole their homeland, and declared them fourth class citizens.
“Watch me knock this knight’s brains out.” I said to myself with my low gravely voice.
“‘Save us!’ ‘Save us!’, they will cry.” I used my serpentine voice as a response to that one. “So they wanted fairness and equality when it comes to peace in their…I mean OUR true kingdom? Join the club, armored devils! Long Live Sybari!”
Ooh, this was going to be good.
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