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Too Much Hydraulic Fluid at the Poker Table

Have you ever wondered what happens when robots get together to play poker? In a small town on the western moon of Jupiter, a group of robots have been assembling for a weekly poker game for well over a decade.  Many of them never miss this game, as it is their only opportunity to get out of the house for a few hours and to really stretch their legs and enjoy a little bit of metallic bonding.  For the most part, these games are kept light and it is really just a chance for these robots to drink a little hydraulic fluid without having to worry about any backlash from it.  Unfortunately, there were times when things got a little bit out of hand.

On this particular night, many of the robots were quite ready to have a drink of hydraulic fluid or two.  Most of them worked at the same factory, assembling parts for hover cars that would be used in mass transit.  All of them had shared the same level of authority but recently, XR914 had been promoted above the rest of them. Although he never did really rub it in their face, tensions seemed to be running rather high that week. So when the hydraulic fluid began to flow, it really begin to flow freely.

I'm sure that you have experienced the same thing yourself.  The first shot of hydraulic fluid goes down a little bit rough but after that, it only serves to loosen your joints - and then it begins tasting as sweet as sugar.  Nobody really counted the number of shots that were passed around the table that night. Fortunately all of them had gotten there by means of a hovercab, so none of them were going to be driving home at the end of the evening.  Unfortunately, several of them should've stopped about two shots of hydraulic fluid earlier than what they did.

Mr. Roboto was the first one to really lose it in among the group of poker players.  As a matter of fact, he stood up to go relieve himself of some access data but he never made it away from the table.  His metallic appendages began to wobble and before anybody could stop him, he fell face first onto the poker table.  Now, XR419 had a nice poker table but it was not meant to handle the 500 pounds of metallic weight that was now being forced upon it.  The table crumbled underneath Mr. Roboto, sparking a round of laughter among the robots that continued until their circuits ached.

Things continued to deteriorate when XR419 put the lampshade on his head and began to dance around the room.  Nobody remembers a thing after that, but they do remember waking up in the morning with their circuit board aching and promising themselves that they would never drink that much hydraulic fluid at the poker game again.