He wasn't just a cold steely machine. He had felt warmth before. Maybe that was because he was a space heater.
But no, this was different. This had nothing to do with his wiring. This had nothing to do with outlets or electricity. This had nothing to do with science, but it had everything to do with her.
Her short sassy hair...her laugh...her adorable button nose. He just couldn't help himself. He went giddy every time she walked in the door. If only he had the ability to speak, he would call out to her and tell her of his love...
But alas, all the LRC-Bot can do is kneel dutifully at her feet, gazing up into her eyes and hoping that one day she will look down and see the face of love staring back up at her. He didn't mind waiting. He could wait a million years for...
...for...
...for Lanee!
I just peed my pants.
ReplyDeleteDear LRC bot, if you can hear this, know that you left your mark on me. . . quite literally.
Apparently the LRC bot was unaware of just how fiery his passions were for you Lanee.
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHA as soon as i started reading this i thought of lanee and that creepy burn on her leg.
ReplyDeleteyeah staring up at her face or staring up her skirt.
ReplyDeletehe's such a perv.