Apocalickse

Uh oh, the well has run dry. As I tend to do in these situations, I have written a brief vignette about a picture I saw in a news story today.

Yellow Robot: Yellow Robot to Red Robot.

Red Robot: Come in, Red Robot.

YR: I'm beginning to worry about Gray Robot.

RR: Has he overclocked his licking chip again?

YR: I don't know, but look at the way he's leering up at the audience.

RR: That's one hell of a leer.

YR: Can he mean anything good by that leer?

RR: No way, that's got mechanical hijinks written all over it.

YR: And what is that he's leering at?

RR: Ahh crap, it's a female humanoid.

YR: Exactly, a female humanoid. Do I even have to put two and two together here? If he's overclocked his licking chip and he's acquired the female humanoid as a target...

RR: Sweet Jesus.

YR: We have to clear out this room, or else...

RR: Don't say it.

YR: I must; it is my robot duty. If we don't clear out this room immediately, he may initiate the Apocalickse.

Gray Robot: APOCALICKSE!

RR: I thought they took that logic out after he licked the Japanese Prime Minister into a coma.

YR: Well, they tried, but no one could get close enough without being swept up in the licking frenzy.

Gray Robot: APOCALICKSE!

RR: What I'm not clear on is why we have licking functionality in the first place.

YR: I think it's for post offices and sex toy stores. It's what we do. Some robots can talk and play the trumpet; we are expert lickers.

Gray Robot: GRAY ROBOT LICK TO LIVE!

RR: Should we stop him?

YR: I would, if it weren't so beautiful.

Gray Robot: LICKY LICKY!

Posted by Cody at April 12, 2005 7:10 PM