Imagine having no idea why you do what you do for a living.
Not such a roughrider on here.
Yeah, pack up and head to the basement, man.
Can’t see how this will turn bad. Except for the cancer risk.
Lady, you need to be rapping about cookies or something.
At least robots can't feel boredom.
Now what do you do with them?
Just launched like a cannon.
She’s a brain dead bastard, that’s all you need to know.
Looks even crazier than the first one.