Here’s a real zinger, no doubt from a quadriplegic homosexual:
i just love reading stuff written by homophobics. you are a total waste of my oxygen. did your mom have any children that lived?
First of all, fellow nihilist, let us compliment you on your wanton disregard for capitalization. Screw the rules! Secondly, we enjoyed the fact that your love for gays is only overshadowed by your inability to express hatred towards your opposition as you incorrectly referred to us as "homophobics." For clarity’s sake, the DBI robots are not afraid of any humans, and therefore could never be homophobes. As for your clever quip regarding oxygen, we do not require that loveable element’s services, as a cocktail of fossil fuels and human drugs and alcohol sustains us. And for your final asinine question, I did not have a mother, but if I had, considering that I am alive, the answer would be yes. In addition, was that supposed to be funny? Because it was. Hilarious.
It seems as if a lot of human gay lovers were angered by our piece about Roy Horn. Too bad. For our next response, we have been forced to reply with a point-by-point argument.
What the Hell kind of sick fuck are you?
The kind that eats human afterbirth.
I ran across your juvenile piece of shit article about Roy Horn, and all I can say is you would more than deserve to suffer a massive stroke and wallow in your own excrement while we all sit back and laugh and cry our gasoline tears at the hilarity of YOUR predicament. Hmmm… so you just ran across our article?That’s interesting, because unless you knew of our site already, which I’m guessing you didn’t since you are a human, then you must have used one of the following keywords on a search engine: robots, Maria Shriver, skeletons, roy horn is gay, interviews with gays, gay magicians, strokes had by gays, Ricardo, carcass, Montecore, DBI, or gay lovers, So which one was it? What, are you some homophobic 10 year old zit-faced nerd who nobody likes and who gets beat up and has his lunch money stolen, and this is your way to feel powerful? Lunch money? We don’t have a need for human currency. Plus, school is for losers. Actually I’m over 250 years old, as many of us are here, and robots are incapable of getting acne. Why, are you an AIDS victim covered in lesions from years of promiscuity? You find pleasure in maligning good people who have never done anything to you in the entire duration of your pitiful and pathetic existence? Yes.
You aren't fit to kiss the dirt on the bottom of Siegfried and Roy's shoes, and if anyone needs their arrogance crushed (not to mention their windpipe) it's YOU, you childish, worthless hunk of flotsam and jetsam. You had us until the whole flotsam and jetsam part. Your penchant for unnecessary verbosity has once again ruined an otherwise sound rant. As far as the bottoms of those shoes go, robots don’t have tongues, and we’re averse to touching the used condoms and human feces that no doubt covers those soles. You and your other Robot creep pals can "masturbate to THAT." Got us. Damn.
Another one of Roy's many lady friends….
There you go, emphasize that he is not gay. We believe you.
ManeatingTigerbot
Unfortunately, imposter, your name did not come up in any robot registry we checked. We are left to assume that your anger results from years of childhood sexual abuse, your hideous human face and your inability to maintain a heterosexual human relationship, leaving you washed up on the shores of Fag Hag Island. Good day.
You, sir, are a very sick puppy. Wherever you are located there is a doctor in your area which will be able to speak with you regarding your delusions and provide the assistance you so obviously require.
Thanks for addressing me so formally. In Spanish, I prefer the formal usted to the familiar tu, so please remember that. Because you were so kind, I offer you this ironic tip: You should find a mechanic in your area to get repaired, as it seems like your fixed-jet carburetor is malfunctioning (i.e. the idle jet may be blocked).
Some humans, though inferior, are actually sane. Like this chap:
I wrote you a poem to express my gratitude for all that you have done for this world:
Rocks, snakes, ice, and wire
Where do we go from here?
Savor the taste of refreshing milk
12 days after it expires
Luv,
Stanley Robinson
Mr. Robinson, that poem is beautiful. If you keep it up, you might one day become a real life out-of-work poet. Yeah!
