this is another break thourgh
I think i found my passion in life...PAINT!!!
ROBOT!!! RY345JK
hERES the story behind it...
Yesterday the robot, RY345JK, arrived at my house in his giant wooden box. I was ecstatic to find out that it finally arrived and I was all alone, because my mother left to the grocery store for 5 hours. She went to Super-Wal-Mart. I cracked open the front of the case and was confronted by the most beautiful metallic friend I’d ever seen. The silver chest with red buttons caught my attention first. I pressed the red button and to no surprise he responded, “Hello Greg!” I thought to myself, “He already knows my name. That is so neat!”
He rolled out of the cracking case and gave me the best hug any homosapian could get from a metallic buddy. He started cleaning my house. Out of his arm popped out a small bottle of cleaner and the other arm was equipped with an awesome rag. He cleaned my house in less than 2 seconds. I really don’t think I saw him do anything, because he was so darn quick. Immediately after he finished, the door bell rang. It instantly hit me, “Jefff is here!”
Once he laid his eyes on my awesomely sweet machine he started to cry. He was happy for me. But those tears only watered his little jealousy seeds in his heart. Jefff now wanted RY345JK!
All three of us walked to the local movie theatre together. We went and saw I, Robot. Jefff and I liked it, but RY345JK didn’t care for it. After that RY345JK flew us all to the distant candy store. The neat thing about RY345JK was that he made his own counterfeit money, so we bought the store with one million dollars.
This afternoon had been the best ever because of RY345JK. He was my best friend, even more than Jefff. We went home and RY345JK tutored me on how to do my mathematics. I finally realized how I could find the derivative of the power functions. “Man, those problems were tough. Thank you again RY345JK!” And with that I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed as tightly as possible. Most people don’t realize this but robots are just like people. They need oxygen to make their circuits function and what I had done was cut off his oxygen intake system and all of his circuits died. I cried for 3 minutes and 12 seconds. That was the worst evening in my life, and then my mom came home.