"Don't touch it!" she screamed because it

"Don't touch it!" she screamed because it was moving. It seemed to have a mind of its own, which seemed impossible but the eyes don't lie and now they were standing

on foot high stalks, waving like a roaches antennae but with eyes on them. It was standing on three legs. Wait the third one wasn't a leg! It quivered and shivered and whirred and

ticked and then detached itself from the mutant's hips and grew into a thirty-foot tall robot. "I am the Thirdlegadroid," said the robot. This was a more formidable force than

the entirety of the descent of Shia LeBouf's career after he became an obnoxious hipster and started badmouthing video game consoles like we give a fuck. The 30-ft Thirdlegadroid

did give a fuck however and blasted the little shit to pieces. Then he turned around and asked politely:'Is there anything else I can do for you ma'am?' She couldn't answer him as

she was speechless at what he'd just done. He'd seen that look before & knew his work was done...for now. After he left, she looked him up on Angie's List. Top ratings. She called

Angie and asked,"your list, what are the ratings for?" "It's a logarithm," mumbled Angie,"giving different weightings for freshness, juiciness and ripeness." He'd be eatable at 6pm

"Well this is just peachy", said Peach. "I'm stewing in my own juish and a shwarm o' hungry flute fries, I mean fruit fays, wantin to eat me up. What would annoying orange do?"

Peach abruptly killed herself, perhaps realizing that a life predicated on Annoying Orange was not a life worth living.