You see, before the robot holocaust...well, okay, there weren't any robots...Bryce was your average kid.
Sure, a trifle dimmer and more unmotivated than most, but his love for the music of seminal 80's rock band Dokken kept him alive.
I'm not gay, but I'd fellate George Lynch in a second if he asked me.
Unfortunately, his mind was so addled by repeated exposure to punishing riffs and throbbing basslines (and the falsetto shriek of horrible little hobbit-man Don Dokken) that his judgement was impaired
If only I could make George notice me...or even Jeff Pilson...
The worst thing about being a telepathic robot is reading thoughts like those.
