Forgive me for mangling this, but I tried to pull it just straight out of my memory.
Out of my way, li'l robot.
I'm afraid I've been left here to stop you.
You? Stop me? Go on.
No really, I have.
What are you armed with?
Guess.
Guess? Errrmm.... Laser Beams?
No.
Antimatter ray?
Too obvious.
Erm, yes, far too obvious. Errrm. How about an Electron Ram?
What's that?
One of these. *kapow*
No, not one of those.
Good though, inn'it?
Very good.
Ooh, I know. You must have one of those Xanthic Restructron Destabilized Xenon Emitters!
No. Look, you're thinking along the wrong lines. You're missing something fairly basic in the relationship between men and robots. Think about it. They left me, an ordinary menial robot, to stop you, an armed heavily armored metal battle machine. What do you think they'd leave me with?
Oh, Um, Errr....
Look, I'll tell you what they left me with, shall I?
Yes, all right.
Nothing.
NOTHING?
Not so much as an electronic sausage.
Nothing eh?
And me, with this pain in all the diodes down my left side.
That just makes me angry. I think I'll take out this wall. *Kaboom!* That's nothing, I can take out this floor, too, no trouble. *KABOOM!* H3s Bellllllllllllllllls *thud*
What a depressingly stupid machine.
-- Douglas Adams, Restaurant at the End of the Universe, slightly mangled by me. |
