Oh. Hell. YES!
Anyway, you may say, ‘So, West, now that you managed to hook up with Claire, you must not need to create Mecha Claire anymore, huh?’
To which I respond, ‘Silly robot, I need Mecha Claire now more than ever!’
You see, something that came up in conversation has given me a real purpose for Mecha Claire: We must stop the man in the horn-rimmed glasses who abducted me all those years ago, or else people like me and my precious Claire will never be able to live freely out in the open!
With renewed vigor for my quest, blood hot with lust and vengeance, I returned to my Claire Shrine. (I had stolen a few strands of her hair during our date on the beach to add to the Mecha Claire Project.) However, something was setting my progress back. I couldn’t get the DNA samples to clone properly and the mechanical frame didn’t fit right.
Discouraged, I flew off to think. Nothing came to mind until I hit the special pocket of the troposphere that smelled like pizza. Aha! I thought.
I glided home to make a snack of waffle-crust pizza. This is the best idea I’ve ever had.
A revelation came to me: If I want to complete Mecha Claire, I must be willing to embrace the alien mindset that drove me to create the waffle-pizza hybrid, and abandon any thoughts that aren’t novel. Only then will Mecha Claire be complete.
Now, if only I can find someone knowledgeable about voodoo.
The Mecha-Claire is a little creepy, but the waffle pizza totaly balances it out. Save some for me, K?
Oh, and really, you need to let go of the glasses guy. He’s probably turned over a new leaf and working in a paper factory… or something. But not a paper factory, that was hypothetical…
Waffle pizza? Yum!
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T.T Why do all the flying men are dicks? Superman, Beardman, Tom Cruise….
I love your remark Veronica.