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So last night I thought I might be passing on the old roomba, so I put it in my trunk.
I got great parking right by the club.
The club was surprisingly full of friends, early, despite FDKD.

The first dj was gothity goth.
I liked the gothiness; some of my friends not as much.
We talked. A bad idea formed. Giggling ensued and I retrieved the roomba.
For a time nothing happened, people danced, drinks were consumed.

A dj or two and a break in the music later,
the floor cleared of dancers.
It was time.
I put the roomba on the dance floor and turned it on.

The floor was cleared. The roomba cleaned the floor.
(and then I danced with the roomba)