Darn, why is it that whenever I'm having fun blowing up mounds of dirt, *you* show up?
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Lucifer is frustrated.
Well? Aren't you going to try to fight me or something? Anything... hello??? What the hell is wrong with you? Is that all you can do? Stand there with that idiotic grin on your face? Dumbass.
Oh, great another dumb college guy, come over to hit on me...
I love your hair, it's like Erik the Red's, really brings out your lips.
Aw, how sweet! This one's not too shabby. Maybe I was wrong about him.
Yeah, I just came out to this historical site because there's this question that's been bugging me. I decided to come straight to the source, but even now, I can't seem to figure out the answer.
Melvin, have you ever felt empty inside knowing that, as robots we have no greater purpose?
But ALL Smurfs are blue! All of them, damn it!
Yes, but in all seriousness, doesn't it give you a sense of dejection. Humans can have their gods and whatnot, but we were made to do their bidding, you know?
What if Napoleon had been German? What then?
For heaven's sake, Melvin, will you stop with your incessant non-sequiturs and listen to me! I'm trying to pose a philosophical question here!
It seems as though the world's fruitcakes have all been blown to oblivion.