Below is a story written by me containing LOTS of real robot and vapourbot names. Your task is to count how many you can find. You only have 1 guess, and whoever is nearest wins. IF A ROBOTS NAME IS REPEATED, THIS COUNTS AS 1!. Also, you do not need to post every robot name, just say how many you think are in the story.

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IT WAS A NORMAL NIGHT IN LAS VEGAS, THE LIGHTS, THE SOUNDS, YET THE WEATHER WAS NOT GOOD. A LIGHTNING STORM WAS HEADING TOWARDS THE BUSY CITY, BUT MOST PEOPLE WERE INSIDE THE HUSTLE AND BUSTLE OF THE CASINO, AND WEREN€™T AWARE OF WHAT WAS ABOUT TO OCCUR. BARRY WAS A DEMOLITION MAN BY TRADE, MEANING HE WASN€™T SHORT ON CASH. AT THE ROULETTE TABLE, BARRY, ARROGANT AS EVER, PLACED $13 MILLION ON HIS FAVOURITE PLACE, 13 BLACK. THE WHEEL SPUN MADLY, AND THE BALL LANDED IN RED 23. NOT GOOD. IT SEEMS BARRY WAS SUFFERING FROM A BAD CASE OF BAD KARMA AFTER SQUISHING THE LITTLE FLY WHICH HAD EARLIER SCUTTLED ACROSS THE TABLE. GAMBLING WAS EASILY BARRY€™S ACHILLE€™S HEEL, AND IF HE DIDN€™T CONTROL IT, HE WOULD SOON BE MEETING THE TAXMAN AND THE GRIM REAPER. AS BARRY WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE THE CASINO, HE GLANCED UP AT THE SKY, THE GLASS ROOF HAVING STREAMS OF RAINWATER ROLL OF IT. THE WEATHER WAS TURNING BAD, AND AS HE EXITED KING BUXTON€™S CASINO, HE SAW A TORNADO ON THE HORIZON. YET, AT A CLOSER GLANCE, THIS TORNADO HAD ARMS AND LEGS. BARRY QUAKED IN FEAR, THIS WAS NOT JUST ANY STORM, THIS WAS GOING TO END IN ANARCHY.


THE CREATURE STORMED STEALTH-LIKE TOWARDS THE ATOMIC REACTOR CORE, KNOWN TO EVERYONE AS AREA-S3. THE MANIC MUTANT CRASHED THROUGH THE ROADBLOCK, AS THIS PREDATOR WOULD STOP AT NOTHING TO GET ITS SCORPION-LIKE CLAWS ON THE SPINNY THING. THIS WILD THING WAS PURE EVIL, AND HAD A LONG, SCALY TAIL, SIMILAR TO A RED DRAGON. MATILDA SHRIEKED LIKE A BANSHEE, THIS WAS HER WORST NIGHTMARE, YET SHE DIDNT KNOW BARRY HAD A CUNNING PLAN. THIS VALIANT CRUSADER WOULD HAVE JUMPED OVER BOILING HOT NAPALM TO SAVE HIS BELOVED. HE LEAPT LIKE A MAVERICK FLEA INTO HIS ROVER-101, AND SPED OFF TOWARDS ST. AGRO HOSPITAL€™S ICU. ONCE THERE, HE GRABBED AS MANY MOUSETRAPS AS HE COULD WITHOUT BEING SPOTTED BY HIS ARCH NEMESIS, DR. ERIC BINKY. LUCKILY FOR HIM, THE DOCTOR WAS SUFFERING FROM A PANIC ATTACK AFTER GETTING SPRAYED BY BLOOD FROM SOMEONE WHO HAD THEIR FINGER CAUGHT IN A SHREDDER. BARRY ALSO RIPPED A PIECE OF WOOD FROM THE FRONT DESK, AS HE RAN FROM THE HOSPITAL AND TOWARDS THE CREATURE.

BARRY WAS DIRECTLY BEHIND THE CREATURE, WHOSE STOMPING CAUSED CHAOS TO ENSUE THROUGHOUT THE CITY. NOTHING COULD BE DONE TO STOP THIS VIPEROUS BEING FROM DESTROYING THE TOWN. IT HAD COMPLETE CONTROL OVER WHAT WAS TO OCCUR. OR DID IT? BARRY TRIED TO OVERTAKE THE CREATURE, BUT THE GOOEY, OOZING BLOBS DRIPPING FROM ITS BODY MEANT BARRY SPUN OUT, AND COULD NOT GET OUT OF THE WAY. BARRY GRABBED THE PIECE OF WOOD HE HAD EARLIER STOLE, AND RAMMED IT INTO THE CREATURE€™S LEG, CAUSING SPLINTERS TO EMBED THEMSELVES. THE CREATURE SQUEALED LIKE A WARTHOG AS IT FELL BACKWARDS. BARRY QUICKLY THREW THE MOUSETRAPS ONTO THE ROAD, JUST BEFORE THIS DEMON LANDED WITH A THUD. THE PAIN ON THE CREATURE€™S FACE WAS INDESCRIBABLE AS IT BREATHED ITS LAST BREATH. BARRY SIGHED. THE ONSLAUGHT WAS OVER.