"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

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

after he was done marinating in his own fruit juices. It was a matter of holding out until then so that they could dig into his tender fruit flesh with the gusto it deserved.

"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.