T`is an ancient programmer who stopp`st one of three. With thy beardless face and frazzled hair - wherefore thou stop`st me? To tell the tale of death and woe, to every line I wrote: The Mainframe`s hall sits still and cold, the lines I wrote have died of old, it`s bits and bytes now scattered dust. Be warned ye little android bot: All your code too will one day rot!
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