 CrabofDoom: Literalis Theate Present |  Agent_Moldy: Innobotics! Revolutionizing the robot bed and breakfast industry! |  E_B_A: THE HORROR OF IT. And by "IT" we mean "Information Technologies." Those guys are horrifying.  AgentQ: *beep beep beep* "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, they need me back at the morgue." *returns to morgue* *strips naked, lies down on slab*  Reynard: *VOOOEEOO* "There's the saucer! Right up there!" "We don't see anything." *VOOOEEOO* "It's right above your head! It's making its own theremin music!" "Officially, we don't see anything."  Agent_Moldy: G'YAH! Okay, okay, you can put the makeup back on, Ronald!  E_B_A: *INFLATES DATE*  Reynard: *yawwwn* *puts arm around her* "You know I'm a sexbot, you don't have to, as you humans say, 'put the moves' on me." *guy "accidentally" spills his drink on her boobs*  E_B_A: "Have they no shame?" *STOPS MASTURBATING SO HE CAN SNORT MORE COCAINE* CrabofDoom: "Hey! People! Stop gettin' more than me over there!"  DancingQueen: "And this lamp. - The ashtray, this paddle game, and the remote control, and the lamp, and that's all *I* need."  JediClone: "IT'S A MINOR AWARD!"  E_B_A: "I have to say, I love my new clock radio. No, really... I mean, I LOVE my new clock radio." *PROCEEDS TO LOVE NEW CLOCK RADIO* DancingQueen: "Can you let me know when you've begun?" WB: *blipbloopbleepmonomonomfweee hey groovy guys and groovy gals it's time bleepblipblip ♪ I have become, comfortably numb ...*  Occupant: "Is this your first time speed dating?" "Well, yes it . . . *DING*  echostation: "Would you like milk on your Froot Loops?" *unzips top*  E_B_A: "Head wound? Ha! No thanks! I just ate! Carbuncle Manhattan puberty!"  Reynard: "Sorry, sexbot, but I just met a robotic ski instructor, and she's just so amazing."  UnReality: "Remember when you were naked? Good times."  JediClone: ↑ ↑ ↓ ↓ ← → ← → B A [start] *ORGASM!* |
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