the UberMaus Dialogs: the Sex Pistol Test
TheUberMaus: Howdy, buckaroo.
The Lawn Robot: Hello, old sport. How fares it with thy happy dead?
TheUberMaus: Heard you had some kinda Texas tour with a bunch of rambunctious females. Ain't ya gonna spill, cowboy?
The Lawn Robot: Yeah, these two girls were going to Austin and said "HEY DO YA WANNA GO?" and I said OK ... I watched girl movies and shopped for an afternoon. I had to sleep on a hard portion of the floor in the corner of a very small room in Dobie dorm.
TheUberMaus: Oh, that's right. You hit A&M, didn't you. Pretty wild, isn't it.
The Lawn Robot: A&M and U.T.
TheUberMaus: UT is good. A&M is evil.
The Lawn Robot: UT was like a big festering ball of city. It was great. I agree with your condemnation of A&M. It was weird and scary.
TheUberMaus: They bleed maroon out there. Plus, I heard girls go there so that they can marry those robotic beer-bonging Corps guys. That freaks me out, man.
The Lawn Robot: Robotic? I thought robots had a moral code.
TheUberMaus: Not robots that have been programmed by the military-industrial complex.
The Lawn Robot: O. I see. That does change things then. Oh, yes...Those two girls insisted that we listen to musical soundtracks all the way to Austin. But that was before Malinda put the car in reverse going 60 mph down the highway.
TheUberMaus: They didn't like, go for The Music Man or (O HORROR) Les Miserables, did they?
The Lawn Robot: Yes. Both. And Moulin Rouge. And so forth. I did like the Sound of Music one, though. It was laughy.
TheUberMaus: You should institute the Sex Pistols test.
The Lawn Robot: What that be?
TheUberMaus: You play the Sex Pistols. If it bothers them, you should not ride in their car.
The Lawn Robot: Hello, old sport. How fares it with thy happy dead?
TheUberMaus: Heard you had some kinda Texas tour with a bunch of rambunctious females. Ain't ya gonna spill, cowboy?
The Lawn Robot: Yeah, these two girls were going to Austin and said "HEY DO YA WANNA GO?" and I said OK ... I watched girl movies and shopped for an afternoon. I had to sleep on a hard portion of the floor in the corner of a very small room in Dobie dorm.
TheUberMaus: Oh, that's right. You hit A&M, didn't you. Pretty wild, isn't it.
The Lawn Robot: A&M and U.T.
TheUberMaus: UT is good. A&M is evil.
The Lawn Robot: UT was like a big festering ball of city. It was great. I agree with your condemnation of A&M. It was weird and scary.
TheUberMaus: They bleed maroon out there. Plus, I heard girls go there so that they can marry those robotic beer-bonging Corps guys. That freaks me out, man.
The Lawn Robot: Robotic? I thought robots had a moral code.
TheUberMaus: Not robots that have been programmed by the military-industrial complex.
The Lawn Robot: O. I see. That does change things then. Oh, yes...Those two girls insisted that we listen to musical soundtracks all the way to Austin. But that was before Malinda put the car in reverse going 60 mph down the highway.
TheUberMaus: They didn't like, go for The Music Man or (O HORROR) Les Miserables, did they?
The Lawn Robot: Yes. Both. And Moulin Rouge. And so forth. I did like the Sound of Music one, though. It was laughy.
TheUberMaus: You should institute the Sex Pistols test.
The Lawn Robot: What that be?
TheUberMaus: You play the Sex Pistols. If it bothers them, you should not ride in their car.