Sarcasmo is getting a robot. I want a robot. It's lonely in my apartment sometimes. I could use a mechanical pal to chat with, and help clean, and kill intruders. Not that I ever get any intruders, but if I had a robot, I'd advertise. (Sign on the front door - "Free Money Inside. Don't Knock - Just Barge Right In.")
I'd have to make a few home modifications. Asimov's laws would be simplified as follows:
- Grant is not a target.
- Unless he's feeling suicidal or needs to be euthanized.
- Everybody else can take their chances.
Then of course, I'd have to upgrade the hardware - chainsaws, flame-throwers, machine guns, keg tap, MP3 player, rocket launcher, feather duster, and maybe a built-in doomsday device. Talk about your killer aps, hee hee hee.
Anyway, when I get the robot, party at my place! Everyone's invited. Don't knock - just barge right in. Call ahead so I'll know to take cover.