It was then I knew I had to make a rash decision or forever find this android shut down with in the confines of my living room so I picked up his massive metal body, placing him in my car, as I knew I had to get to Best Buy before it closed, becasue they know everything about high tech things such as this.
just as I feared the worst, the android was able to secretly print the documentation from inside it's processor and hand the paperwork to the immigration officers, with skeptical looks we were allowed to go
I felt a bond with this slowly rusting, somewhat handsome android, realizing he was able to do more than I ever could imagine so I looked at him, asking one important question, "Can you make US currency?"
It took a whole minute or so for the processor inside him to come up with an answer, but after coughing out a couple of badly rusted nuts and bolts he said : "Yes, but hurry, I'm not feeling so great, make sure there is enough paper in my printer, it will contol the amount you can get out of me, so don't be shy!".
Just as we were about to set off I suddenly remembered that all we had come to the US for was to find help with getting the Android's power supply fixed, but he seems to have been doing pretty well with no real explanation as to why...
Attempting to find the androids printer, I noticed he did not need a power source at all, he was running just fine on batteries, sadly, selfish ambitions had to be put to rest, as making money would surely run his batteries down.
But the android was troubled with the picture that had been handed to him, he couldn't think of nothing else but the fine shape and curves of the female android he just saw : "Forget about Radio Shack, I will regenerate myself or get that beautiful friend here to power me from her own supply".
Since the android continues to display inappropriate thoughts and behaviors, I decided to take him to the scrap yard and reduce him to a 1 cubic foot square of scrap metal, only receiving $20 for my troubles.
fighting your way through some minor leagues to reach the grand finale where you somehow became much better in a seemingly impossibly small amount of time with the help of a down-trodden alcoholic former champion luchador...
So, I purchased for that amount a piece of gum for the android, as his breath could easily be confused with the one of an overflowing toilet bowl, and suddenly, I was broke again so it was time for my man made friend here to hit his own creative button and make me some serious dough..
As the strains of "Change" ran through his mind, Luchador reminded himself that it was only "Young Americans" that he was warned of, but he was sick of waiting for the old Americans anyway, so he headed to a better spot to panhandle up some change for a bottle of Mad Dog.
We got the Mad Dog, but before I could take a swig, the luchador snatched the bottle from my hand and chugged the whole thing. Then he looked at me with a crazed look in his eye, leapt to his feet and began to sing....
He pried the harmonica from the dead man's hand, and sauntered off down the road playing blistering licks and singing, " I'm a man . . . M A N, man . . . a hoochie-coochie man . . . a rusty metal man!"
Then from out of nowhere came a huge Black cloud, with a smiley face. It had a cool green looking thing that it dropped from 30,000 feet from high up above the sky, and as it fell so rapidly to the ground it struck! "I am the new Adroid that been dropped from the heaven!"
Let's write a story together and see what we come up with. You get 10 words or less to continue the story from the previous post.Here's the first line...As the 1966 Ford Mustang reached the 30 MPH corner..........GO!