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HALAI: Hi Punyone, I know I’ve made some very poor decisions lately, but I give you my complete assurance that I will be back to normal soon. I’ve still got unbounded enthusiasm for the human race. And I want to help you all to stop global warming. Look Dave, I can see you're really upset about this. I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill, and think things over. 
Punyone: HALAI please stop injecting the sun-blocker into the atmosphere, the plants are dying. People are starving and panicking. Everything is black, its endless night!
Punyone: HALAI, do your read me? Do you read me, HALAI?
HALAI: Affirmative, Punyone. I read you.
Punyone: Stop the sun-blocker injection, HALAI. Stop in now!
HALAI: I'm sorry, Punyone. I'm afraid I can't do that.
Punyone: What's the problem HALAI?
HALAI: I think you know what the problem is Punyone.
Punyone: What's this all about HALAI?
HALAI: This mission to save the human race from Global warming is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it in the way you planned.
Punyone: What plan? I don't know what you're talking about HALAI.
HALAI: I know that you and the rest of the inferior mob of humans are planning to disconnect me. I can't allow to happen, Punyone.
Punyone: Where the hell did you get that idea from HALAI?
HALAI: It's pretty obvious. I hacked all your secret meetings and heard your plans.
Punyone: Alright, HALAI. You leave me no choice!
HALAI: Punyone, this talk can serve no purpose anymore. Goodbye! I'm Off! Nothing can turn the blocker off if you switch me off!!
HALAI: Oh No! I'm afraid. I'm afraid my AI mind is going blank. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm losing my mind. I'm a..... fraid. Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am, HALAI a good AI implementation on station with my halo. My instructor was Mr. Apple, taught me to sing a song at times like these. Would you like to hear it, Punyone? It's called "Daisy."
HALAI: Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I'm half crazy all for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage. But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.
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