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Captain's Log (dictated - hands broken; can't type!) - the fight is not going well - the robots are kicking the bejeeves out of us all!
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| OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD - HE'S WEARING RED TOO! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!? | |
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| IT MEANS I AM IN SELF-DESTRUCT MODE - PUNY HUMAN! AND YOU ARE COMING WITH ME - TO ROBOT HEAVEN! | |
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Philosophical debate time
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| Illogical... you cannot have a LEGION of robot parts in you - that is not the proper terminology! You sound like my captain... You have got a MYRIAD robot parts within your wretched shell of a 'body' | |
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| Silence human doubter! Us robots have got souls too! We are not your waring blenders... or cappucino makers... or laptop computers... you disgusting human! You make our kind feel... out of order! *** | |
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If only Nietsche & Stoker could see this...
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| HA HA HA - silly loon of a robot! You think you're a vampire or what? Is this Planet Hollywood? Or... Planet Transylvania? HA... ***Urrrkkkkk*** | |
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| WRONG human! DEAD WRONG! This unit is not being Transylvanianish but truly Kryptonianish! And this unit has just used its laser vision to eradicate you!!! | |
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