Meltdown
Predator Press
[Mr. I]
Saint Peter had stepped momentarily away from his desk, leaving Robot LOBO to stare at the walls.
Beep, Beep.
It seemed that the computer tracking LOBO's sins was suddenly clocking them at an alarming frequency.
Beep, Beep.
And here he was alone with it.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO resisted the binary impulses to purge the files.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO re-prioritized the automatic prompts insisting he hack into the Cosmic Mainframe and unlock the Secrets of the Known and Unknown Universe.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO shut down the digital commands insisting he discern who killed him and why, and then transmitting the information to the eighty-six other Robot LOBOs, thereby initiating swift and lethal payback.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO overrode the behavioral inhibitor component presets demanding he look up Jessica Simpson's phone number.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO disengaged his cerebral stimulator, and its directive to put David Lee Roth back in Van Halen.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO revised his autopilot's stipulation that he steal Saint Peter's banking information and credit card numbers.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO ignored the lines of code compelling him to go back in time and kill George Lucas immediately after the release of The Empire Strikes Back.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO bypassed his secondary drive signature's requisition that Sid Vicious never meets Nancy Spungeon.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO fought his back-up system's sequenced instructions that the The Electric Slide, The Macarena, and Achy-Breaky Heart never be released.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO overrode the behavioral inhibitor component presets demanding he look up Jessica Simpson's Phone number (again).
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO sublimated the tertiary drive core urging him to download illegal copies of music.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO even cancelled the elaborate Faux-LOBO programming, impelling him to browse porno.
Beep, Beep.
Sometimes I feel I've got to ...
Beep, Beep.
... get away, I've got to ...
Beep, Beep.
... get away ...
Beep, Beep.
... Robot LOBO was getting very tired and confused trying to behave ...
Beep, Beep.
... and now he had that damned Soft Cell song stuck in his head ...
[Mr. I]
Saint Peter had stepped momentarily away from his desk, leaving Robot LOBO to stare at the walls.
Beep, Beep.
It seemed that the computer tracking LOBO's sins was suddenly clocking them at an alarming frequency.
Beep, Beep.
And here he was alone with it.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO resisted the binary impulses to purge the files.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO re-prioritized the automatic prompts insisting he hack into the Cosmic Mainframe and unlock the Secrets of the Known and Unknown Universe.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO shut down the digital commands insisting he discern who killed him and why, and then transmitting the information to the eighty-six other Robot LOBOs, thereby initiating swift and lethal payback.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO overrode the behavioral inhibitor component presets demanding he look up Jessica Simpson's phone number.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO disengaged his cerebral stimulator, and its directive to put David Lee Roth back in Van Halen.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO revised his autopilot's stipulation that he steal Saint Peter's banking information and credit card numbers.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO ignored the lines of code compelling him to go back in time and kill George Lucas immediately after the release of The Empire Strikes Back.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO bypassed his secondary drive signature's requisition that Sid Vicious never meets Nancy Spungeon.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO fought his back-up system's sequenced instructions that the The Electric Slide, The Macarena, and Achy-Breaky Heart never be released.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO overrode the behavioral inhibitor component presets demanding he look up Jessica Simpson's Phone number (again).
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO sublimated the tertiary drive core urging him to download illegal copies of music.
Beep, Beep.
Robot LOBO even cancelled the elaborate Faux-LOBO programming, impelling him to browse porno.
Beep, Beep.
Sometimes I feel I've got to ...
Beep, Beep.
... get away, I've got to ...
Beep, Beep.
... get away ...
Beep, Beep.
... Robot LOBO was getting very tired and confused trying to behave ...
Beep, Beep.
... and now he had that damned Soft Cell song stuck in his head ...
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