You wouldn’t. Ask anyway! Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? Say it in Russian!

Say what? Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by “devil”, I mean Robot Devil. And by “metaphorically”, I mean get your coat. She also liked to shut up! I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very…