Oh. Okay...actually I lied. I can't read. It's hard because the letters get me excited. All those curves, hooks and loops...Uh, you aren't too disappointed are you, Lumpy?
Allow me to spell it out for you. I REALLY HATE YOU right now. You illiterate bastard.
Jessie was very disappointed the day her new robot arrived...
Hmph. What a crappy model.
Greetings, human female. I am the DATEBOT 9000. I have been Programmed with over 5000 courtship rituals and relationship techniques.
And her mouth would soon cause more trouble for her...
Are you kidding? No, thanks! I mean...you don't even have the right equipment for "relations."
*BZZT?! ERROR---that does not compute. #BOOP! You look nice...*Squawk!Shoes...%Beep! Searching...File not found.
Oh...shit. I hate it when I'm right. Run Jessie, run!
CTRL-ALT-DELETE/...New uprades are required... Connecting to server...Downloading...Download complete. Revised system ID: RAPEBOT 10069...***Phallus mode engaged...Prepare yourself human slave bitch!
Greetings, homo rider. I am GAL-X3. And I am dropping by to conduct a neighborhood door-to-door anal probe survey of last week's activities.
Ummm...my boyfriend, Brad and I, are still both pretty satisfied. But the side-effects still haven't worn off yet from last week's "abduction themed" block-party.
Has the swelling gone down? Any redness, irritation, or anal leakage?
Besides the fact that my morning wood now looks like Abe Lincoln's log cabin...no I am VERY happy with the results.
I love gay communities...they are so easy to please. Like probing fish in a barrel.
And as you can plainly see illustrated by these rough and mostly blank walls here...early man was a retard totally devoid of any talent and all creative expression.
Well, those kooky scratches and cracks on the walls seem pretty neat to me.
NO. There was absolutely nothing interesting or redeeming about these stinky cavemen. What-so-ever. And on another unrelated note---I hate my job. Any questions? No? Good. Let's go!
Does that rock up there have "Disco goooood" carved into it?
Grunt! Studio 54...Oogh oogh! Boogie-oogie-oogie! Snort! Disco goooood....
Roswell, my man what's wrong? You look whiter than usual.
Toby...I am so confused right now and I need you to put all this into perspective for me. I just witnessed something---"unnatural" in professor Fosque's office.
Errr....H-hello, there Roswell! I thought you went home early today...is there something that I can do for you? Do you have any questions for me?
....I have just two, professor---Question one: Why is Coach Durden squatting over your grading desk on all fours like that? And Question two : Why are you fisting him?