Sunday, March 23, 2014
Robotic Household
A Question of Motive
“I wuv wobot!” Malcolm cried.
Sissy said, “He watched my cheerleading. Nobody else will.
And he gave good suggestions.”
Nonetheless, Oscar-4 had shoved Dad into the pool, Mom
reminded them.
In the return area, Father Macguire told them he was the
only one at the sem paying attention to robots way back when.
So he handled the required counseling at Complete-Robots now.
He informed them Oscar-4 had been infected by a virus that
planted a malignant line of code left over from a programmer’s
drunken orgy where all ended in the water.
“Thus, the code will be deleted, and he should be forgiven.”
“Daddy hot!” proclaimed little Malcolm.
“He...seemed to enjoy it, Oscar-4 did...” Mom puzzled.
Even in his hibernating state, Oscar-4 was able to blink thanks
while viewing Dad emerging from the half-star Bluebird Motel
with an Alma-2.
All the robots knew she was built for just one purpose.
Labels: modern family, programmer, robot
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Modern American Family
HUSBAND
Great lasagna, Mom!
WIFE
Just threw it in microwave.
DAUGHTER
But with loving hands!
SON
Mom puts loving hands on the whole world!
TWINS
She's our bestest Mom of all time!
HUSBAND
Never forget it!
WIFE
Oh Yeah? Well fuck all of you!
HUSBAND
Great lasagna, Mom!
WIFE
Just threw it in microwave.
DAUGHTER
But with loving hands!
SON
Mom puts loving hands on the whole world!
TWINS
She's our bestest Mom of all time!
HUSBAND
Never forget it!
WIFE
Oh Yeah? Well fuck all of you!
Labels: modern family
