If I were a Robot
And just like that the moments of extreme lethargy have worn off into a happiness. Why? Who knows. Yup. Okay. So get this. If I were a robot I would be 20 feet tall and made of Rhodium. And I would have hundreds of midget slaves to polish me to a shine daily. I would live on mars because I wouldn't have to breath air, and when you hit me, I would make a delightful ting noise. Then I would also have no emotions, so I could kill without breaking a sweat and not care. It would be great. I would make toast out of my tummy, and I'd have headphones built in, and instead of an ass, I'd have wheels, so I could sit down and go VROOOM. God, I wish I were a robot.