Sun 2 Mar 2008
Posted by anaglyph under Robots, Zoid [8] Comments
… on Love.
Alas! Poor Zoid, who doth rave on Down through the industrial revolution Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors Rave on words on tetherdcow page…
Zoid I put a pox upon thee
Nice toaster.
Zoid, what have you donne!
Evenstar: Zoid has the heart of a poet.
Malach: What have you got against Zoid?
MI: Now now. Zoid has feelings you know. He’s not a toaster. THIS is a toaster.
Pil: Zoid has the heart of a poet. And the spleen of an autogyro pilot, but that’s another story.
That was a toaster? Thought that was a convertable hybrid. No? Might be time to get my glasses perscription checked again. Yes?
Yes.
Zoidette: Aww… Come ‘ere ya big galoot!
Alas! Poor Zoid, who doth rave on
Down through the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors
Rave on words on tetherdcow page…
Zoid I put a pox upon thee
Nice toaster.
Zoid, what have you donne!
Evenstar: Zoid has the heart of a poet.
Malach: What have you got against Zoid?
MI: Now now. Zoid has feelings you know. He’s not a toaster. THIS is a toaster.
Pil: Zoid has the heart of a poet. And the spleen of an autogyro pilot, but that’s another story.
That was a toaster? Thought that was a convertable hybrid. No?
Might be time to get my glasses perscription checked again. Yes?
Yes.
Zoidette: Aww… Come ‘ere ya big galoot!