-stops for a moment to look in the mirror-
Testing testing... okay.
I think it's fixed... I WILL find out who killed my husband, with or without your help.
Goddammit.
-well Steph it appears to be a robot doing brain surgery on itself-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postKind of.
-spark-
It might be once every three sentences that I don't have control over what's said.
I just want a nice, easy life. What's wrong with that?
And that confirms it.
-twisting the pliers a little- Man if only I had my other chassis here.
She's old and it's about time she died.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postYeah. With an axe. Somehow we need to persuade him to part with a million dollars.
I meant to say it was painful, there.
For some reason the damage is causing some software glitches, turning my dialogue processing into random generated pieces of vocabulary from my Muse programming, that is made to assist writers with their stories and such, and i'm sorry that this is an extremely long sentence because i know the next one is going to be an example of such random generated dialogue.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postThat wasn't even intentional, but I'm glad you got my message, for you see that pun was a terrible and uninspired display of humor on your part, it is the oldest one in the book and has long since become a staple of trite attempts at making puns, now I am sure that you were intending it to be a bad point, and in that case I salute you, but as for the question you were asking, it wasn't at all an accident, but i don't remember who did it, and as for another thing I will indeed continue to speak in incredibly long sentences for it allows me to communicate more efficiently before there's any chance of the uncontrolled dialogue.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postThere is a fat chance of this happening, as I'm sure you're aware, for everytime i finish a sentence I come closer to nonsense that I have no control over, and I would rather avoid the situation that I found myself in before where I, the one speaking here, managed to accidentally tell someone their mother was dead, and this was in a point where I hadn't repaired anything so everything i was saying was randomly generated, also this is much too fun in a way, and I'd believe that between being unable to control my speech and horribly grammatical practices, i shall take the latter especially if it amuses me deeply to do so in front of an actual writer.
Did you enjoy yourself last night?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI don't know how...
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850The name upon which I bestow myself, and that which no others bestowed upon me, though many call me by it, is known to those individuals of which i've known before, by the moinker "Junk-bot", though I have other names 'tis true, such as "Ian" and "Model 45061 Alpha-Zeta" of the Liandri Mining Corporation's line of Mk 1 Domestic Robots, though I have detached myself from that name, and the designation of robot due to the connotations of that term meaning mechanical slave, and I also really just detach myself from that former life before I became "Junk-bot" so just use that, but "Ian" is also okay I suppose, and I would go into further detail but it is a long story of how I became Junk-bot and I do not wish to bore you with the details and of course to spare you from this incredibly long sentence, of which I am delighted to know that it really does bother you, for this is the price of bad puns coupled with a machine that only knows boredom.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOh 's easy once you got a feel for it.
You jus' sorta...
-He starts taking deep breaths like he's gonna hurl-
Feel it... Like this... And then you jus' go BWAH!!
-Spits out a chunk of flames onto his meat-
Heugh. Tha's how I got a feel for where m'flame pit is. From there 's all jus' natural blowin'!
-Waves the flame off his food-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanIt is the same for me, I am sure, though leave me be for I need to fix this post-haste so that I can talk like a normal person, rather than be forced to use these incredibly long sentences to avoid the ones I have no control over.
-he settles back to working on self-brain surgery-
For I must flee into the night.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

-Steph goes downstairs, still groggy-
-when she sees Junkbot wielding-
Aah...? -shields her eyes-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI