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Ten thousand years of Roboshrub.

Fangs for the memories.

In today’s state, Roboshrub Incorporated is an entity entirely devoted
to the execution of what normal people would refer to as “bad ideas.”

It was the creator’s original idea that all concepts, whether
useful or not, contribute to the global subconscious level of progress
for the human race. Therefore, we contend that no idea is an unfit
idea, and vow to act on each and every one of them.

Roboshrub Inc.
Public Communications Department

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For your insolence, I condemn you to...

Suffer the Fate of a Thousand Bees!
(Before they go extinct)

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Under A Bipolar 19th Century Sun

Poor, poor Jekyll worked at home.
He had no friends and ate alone;
Three feet of dust entombed his phone!

But in his cellar, undebated,
A secret potion was created;
His good and evil separated!

Dear old Jekyll morphed to Hyde,
A man of snark, and constant snide;
The tragic irony of pride!

Throughout the months, Hyde would appear
To sew his special brand of fear;
He’d download files, peer to peer!

When Utterson saw Hyde, his head hit the roof
And he lumped off to Lanyon to learn him the truth;
’Cause that ornery buzzard had right firsthand proof!

Then, like a pinprick to a bubble,
Jekyll realized he was in trouble;
His chemical test had birthed a double!

He creeped out Lanyon, who passed away
And took dire secrets with him to his grave;
That the sky isn’t blue- or bleu en français!

Secrets, of course, Utterson would find out,
Leading him to storm Jekyll’s abode with a pout;
“Working hard, hardly working?!” he’d gleefully shout!

Amid cauldrons and beakers he and Poole had found Hyde.
Or perhaps they had Jekyll, a twin suicide;
Either way it was over, a Pyrrhic riptide!

Jekyll’s body is worm food, his soul is at rest.
Yet sealed in his lab rots the fruits of his quest;
Who will next drink the potion? Feel free. Be my guest.

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Blogger G3T Films gesticulated...

Me, me, me, me! I'll drink it! I'm an Aussie, I'll drink any damn thing! Or anything that damns.

Then, like a pinprick to a bubble,
Jekyll realized he was in trouble;
His chemical test had birthed a double!


11/05/2006 10:40 PM  
Blogger Gyrobo gesticulated...

Aussie is a derivative of the word "awesome."

It's in your constitution. I know because I helped write it back in the nineteen aught zero one.


11/05/2006 10:44 PM  
Blogger jin gesticulated...



I might drink it.
Depends what happens to rich first.

11/05/2006 10:44 PM  
Blogger jin gesticulated...

the refresh button
brought with it
an ENTIRE new picture!

(I only clicked refresh cos I wanted to hear the robo-voice again. *blush*)

11/05/2006 10:49 PM  
Blogger Gyrobo gesticulated...

On the one hand, you must have come here after I posted it originally, but before I updated it with a second picture.

But on the other hand, I have supernatural powers!

Just glad to know the robot voice works. Haven't thought about that for a while.

11/05/2006 10:51 PM  
Anonymous Rich gesticulated...

You know, we studied a lot about federation at school. Why didn't I notice this earlier.

11/06/2006 12:52 AM  
Blogger R2K gesticulated...

Damn sour apples. Thats how I got ebola.

11/06/2006 8:12 AM  
Blogger 13 gesticulated...

Bravo! Bravo!

...and Dagwood can split atoms?
i feel uninformed...

11/06/2006 8:28 AM  
Blogger Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator gesticulated...

I would be more enamored with Aussies if they didn't call us seppoes all the time. Buncha ungrateful jerks.


11/06/2006 3:33 PM  
Anonymous emnizzle!!! gesticulated...

omg i helped u rite this!!!! well actually, i rote a poem 4 class nd u read it nd lieked it so u changed things nd made it betterrrrrrrr hahaha luv ya :)

11/06/2006 5:49 PM  
Blogger Gyrobo gesticulated...

@Rich: Incidentally, I have a fondness of "Where's Waldo."

@Alex: Just be grateful you didn't eat a Macintosh. You might've gotten the dreaded iPod Fever.

@Mika: Dagwood was a consultant for the Manhattan Project. His work was so classified, it's still not commonly known.

@Jon: They only say that because they love us. It's a tough love, like the way a badger teaches its offspring to fly by launching it from a trebuchêt.

@Emnizzle: Your poem has been supercharged, and imbued with the juiciest of metaphors. No need to prank me!

11/06/2006 6:00 PM  
Blogger Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator gesticulated...

Yeah, well love us or not, the Aussies would be speaking French or something if it wasn't for us.


11/07/2006 6:33 AM  
Blogger flatlander gesticulated...

My Fakie researchers had the same problem with their version of the Twin Ray Gun: sour apples. Also, sour grapes, bananas and mango. We tried every fruit imaginable, even guava. All sour...Except the grapefruit. For a reason we have yet to fathom, the grapefuit twins turned out sweet!

11/07/2006 8:10 AM  
Blogger Bathroom Hippo gesticulated...


I want.

11/07/2006 8:24 AM  
Blogger Lee Ann gesticulated...

Oh no! I eat alone too! :(

11/07/2006 6:51 PM