herrdoktor: or do i sit and wait and listen to depressing music?
niteowl: sit and watch Robocop
herrdoktor: acid sceeeene roooaaaawwwrrr
niteowl: because no matter how bad things get, you could be separated from your family underneath 3 inches of titanium plating, and 1 billion dollars worth of OCP investment
niteowl: and have to eat baby food
herrdoktor: dood, but you could have a convenient gun holster compartment, which could be used to hold cake and brownies.
herrdoktor: click. whirrrr. kaCHUNK. mmmn. mmmn.
niteowl: But then when ppl see you pop open your thigh, and out comes hostess treats instead of a massive automatic like handgun that has the muzzleflash of a thousand dying suns lit afire by ninteen quintillion fusion bombs, they will be, let it be known, very, very disappointed
herrdoktor: maybe they will want to make frenz, then.
herrdoktor: BA WEEP GRANNA WEEP NINNY BONG.
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