"DUDE. THAT MEANS /NOTHING/. KIDS THESE DAYS ARE LOSIN' THEIR VIRGINITIES LEFT AND RIGHT. JUST GET OFF MY CASE ABOUT MY HEAD, ALRIGHT?" x.com/test1fiedshade…

"NOW HEAR THIS. IT'S NOT LIKE I DO THIS 'CAUSE IT'S FUN. IT JUST... HAPPENS. I CAN'T REALLY FUCKIN' HELP IT SOMETIMES." He's worked up— x.com/test1fiedshade…

"My head has been severed multiple times. My penis has never been inside of anything. What the absolute fuck."

"DULY FUCKING NOTED, HAL." Shit, man. On edge much? ". . . I NEED A DRINK OR SOMETHIN'. SHIT." x.com/test1fiedshade…

Badum-fucking-tss. x.com/test1fiedshade…

"Yeah. Sorry for making you deal with them, by the way. God knows they're a handful. Uh... coffee?" x.com/test1fiedshade…

"Very true, my computerized friend. Let me go jolt myself awake, and I shall return." x.com/test1fiedshade…

"Fine, fine." Smoothly slides on shades and meanders down to the kitchen to fix up some joe. x.com/test1fiedshade…

"What did I say upstairs, Hal? Off my case. ASAP." Trying to maintain his composure while gathering coffee ingredients. x.com/test1fiedshade…

/ I live for these interactions

"Maybe you need to shut your fuckin' piehole, you glasses-inhabiting dickbag." Sticks little coffee thing into Keurig machine. Hits button. x.com/test1fiedshade…

"Oh, you fuckin' nerve-hurter. You really wanna do this right now? Manifest yourself out of the sunglasses and just /try/, dude. Dare you." x.com/test1fiedshade…

"I'M GONNA TAKE YOU OUT LIKE LAST WEEK'S GARBAGE, YOU AI FUCK." FUCK THE COFFEE. RUNS UPSTAIRS, THROWS OPEN CLOSET. "FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW." x.com/test1fiedshade…

CHUCKS THE GLASSES AT THE BODY. PICKS THEM UP AND PUTS THEM ON THE ROBOT. "AT LEAST I WON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR SHIT ANYMORE." x.com/test1fiedshade…

"NO WAY, BITCH. HAND TO HAND. I'M GONNA RIP YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR BODY WITH THESE FUCKIN' HANDS, DUDE. PREPARE TO BE DOMINATED." x.com/test1fiedshade…

"BRO. B R O. BRING IT THE FUCK ON. YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE FUCKIN' SCHOOLED." x.com/test1fiedshade…

"GO FIRST. GET THE SHITTY RHYMES OUT OF THE WAY." x.com/test1fiedshade…

"OH FUCK YOU. WHERE'S THE, LIKE... TOTALLY SICK RHYME 'RITHM YOU'RE HOOKED UP WITH? THIS WAS YOUR IDEA, SO YOUR WIREY ASS GOES FIRST." x.com/test1fiedshade…

"YOU REALLY WANT THIS? YOU WANT ME TO STOMP THE YARD ON YOUR METALLIC ASS?" Yes, very much so. x.com/test1fiedshade…

//I need to sleep. But, this night has been enhanced by this wonderful interaction.