And glare he glared
At his former robot helper
Now an enemy
Who he wasn't certain
That he could beat
For yes the bonds
That held him tight
Were stronger indeed
Than him himself
"You won't get away with this evil Friday."
"Won't I? Who can stop me? You can't. And these children, with a power potential far greater than yours were captured easily. So no, I do not worry about being stopped."
"The tide will turn Friday, the tide will turn and you will be stopped."
Smile he smiled
Yes Friday grinned most easily
Like a feeling man
And not a robot
Made of cold cold steel
Or some such like
For metal of the norm
Was not the way
Of such as him
Oh weary weary
I weary of this talking with you
So leave I leave
To think and think
And wish and wish
Knowing naught there is
That you can do at all
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