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| I'm a robot sent from da yeah 2010, better watch out son, dis robot fucks hens... | |
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| Fo' rizzle dis shizzle Future Robot 2010 be spewin' be illy philly dilly, yo. Fo' shizzle, it hurts my ears. | |
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| Butterin' rolls like Betty Crocka, You know this nugga be a boot knocka...My phat rymes make youse delierious, you might think I'm jokin' but I'm fo' serious.... | |
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| Damn, Future Robot 2010 can't lay out da rymes like no dictionary salesman. What up wit dat? | |
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| Goodness. Something's amiss with Doug. He's been motionless for 2 panels now. Is he going to leave me? What will I do? Oh, no. No one can oil my um, oil can thingy like he can.... | |
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| Future Robot 2010...we have to talk.... | |
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