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There were six of us, in three couples. The male host (whose wife cannot stand him, I find out) was the only bushbot at the gathering, the rest were all normal people.
The bushbot, whom I had not met before, turned out to be an arrogant prick. Big surprise huh! He complained at great length about the "low" (standard 8-foot) ceilings in his seemingly nice house, saying that he had grown accustomed to high ceilings, presumably in his princely palace, and simply could not survive under 8-foot ceilings (like, um, mine). His whining dominated the early part of the evening.
At one point Mr. RWA opined that bush had "saved America" (huh?) to a collective groan from the normals present. The guy never smiled, laughed, or said anything nice all evening.
Later, we played a party-type game which he won, bragging annoyingly throughout and trying to move his marker farther than he had earned. When we played a second time, he dropped behind badly in the beginning. Halfway through, still losing, he suddenly left the table and never came back! No goodbye, no explanation, he just left and we never saw him again! His wife said he "went to bed". I've never had a host do this. The rest of us chatted for a few more hours and then the party broke up.
This, apparently, is the 28% bushbot type we are always wondering about here. What a remarkably unpleasant person! The rest of us all got along fine.
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