I'm confused, DEATH-BOT. I just won the singing competition at the bar, but the first prize was singing lessons.
Congratulations! So why are you confused?
Why was the prize singing lessons? Surely if I was the best singer there, I wouldn't need singing lessons. And if I needed singing lessons, I wouldn't have won.
Maybe you won because you were the best singer there out of those who weren't good enough to not need singing lessons?
But I was the best singer there! Yet the judges decided I was most in need of lessons despite being the best singer there and other singers being judged as worse than me.
Mario, I'd like to have a work with you about your conduct. I sent you to unblock the drains, and instead you appear to have headbutted out all the ceiling tiles in the staff canteen.
Si, boss. I was a-looking for mushrooms.
Mushrooms?
Magic mushrooms to make-a me super.
Hello? I'd like to register for unemployment-a benefits.
Mario, we've been receiving complaints from the zoo. They say you broke into the raccoon pen, taped some raccoons to your ass and then attempted to jump on their roof.
Si, boss. The racoon-a suit helps-a me to fly.
I see. So this isn't some kind of sick sexual perversion, then, involving you enjoying having small furry creatures inserted into your gaping rectum.
No, boss.
Forget I said anything, then.
What's that squeaking noise-a coming from your trousers?
You'll never guess what I did today. I stole a golf cart, drove downtown, and battered all the whores' brains out with a golf club. I must have killed about fifty people!
Aaahhh. You've been playing that Grand Theft Auto, haven't you?
RAAR! RED WILL VIOLATE YOUR COLON WITH FIFTY FOOT SCHLONG!
Hold on there, red. I don't think you get this game. The object is to blow each other up with explosives, not administer manrape. That's why it's called "Bomberman".
So yeah, I'm having these feelings of worthlessness, as if I'll never amount to anything. Any time I do eventually pluck up the courage to speak to women, they just laugh at me. I'm so lonely!
Oh my god- what am I doing? I'm talking to a chair! Snap out of it, man. Snap out of it. You'll be okay. Pull yourself together.
So, anyway, the doctor says my piles have finally cleared up. I'm having a party to celebrate. I've bought a couple of kegs and a crate of Jack Daniels.
Really? Wow, this is going to be one wild -bzzt - party!
Yeah, it's going to be pretty mental - hey! what are you doing?
KER-TRANS-FORM!
Decepticons!
That's right, piles-boy! Now hand over the booze or you'll be suffering a little - ahem - recurrance.
Okay, I know Stan here's a disruptive influence. But I'm sure if I impart a few words of wisdom I can be a mentor and guide him through his troubled ways.
Yeah! Like in that film "Dangerous Minds" where the teacher brought hope to a class of rowdy hispanics. I can be like that, if I could just think of something profound to say.