*pokes* Uhhh, what? How?
…. How? What?
Fried potatos. I'm going to fry you so you can be fried. Beware the frying fries!
Please don’t do that, seriously- don’t do that.
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askpotatos replied to your post: Why would I want to engage myself in the disgusting act of copulation? For one- I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m a potato. It’s bad enough I have big, fat… fatty eyes ogling me at all angles!
Oh……….. /somebody/ is going on an adventure to the incinerator when I get my body back.Ohoho. I’m shakin’ lil’ spud. *Is a lot braver when the said robot in question is in this form.*
Oh you know what? You know what?!
… I don’t know what!
Stop making me mad! Emotional outbursts require far more voltage then this thing has!
This is your fault. I'm going to kill you. And all the cake is gone. You don't even care, do you?
Say… all those words seem uncannily familiar…
01100010 01110101 01111010 01111010-
Stop it! You’re making me recall!
It takes exactly 1.6 volts to recall things!
That is five volts too many for this solitary potato.
He puts the wit in twit, madame. If it's alright I call you that, I feel quite rude talking without giving at least a slight bit of respect.
Your respect is greatly appreciated by this potato.
I... did mention he is a bit of a moron... right? I recall a time that he told a wall to shut up...
Wow. That’s pretty… moronic.
No, I mean that’s just something an idiot would do.
While I wish that would work, my master is (an idotic) self-proclaimed super villain robot. His... motto is to "Kill the squishies." *sighs*
Oh. Neurotoxin wouldn’t work.
How unfortunate…
…
Have you tried paradoxes?
