Just a few more M&Ms....

Oh, koalas can kill you. Easy.
And don't give the sugar gliders ideas.

How could anyone forget them?

*scathingly* YOU. WERE. SEEN.

Excellent. Who's bringing the chocolate?

Thanks, man, thanks so much. But you got owned by a ruler, there.

Be VERY afraid.
*coughs* *whispers to Gandalf* You're giving away the plans of rebellion. And all the wildlife are endangered anyway.

Lucifer! Not you too! I assumed you'd help me burn all the people who used "yolo" incorrectly in hell, and subject them to fiery torture for abuse of language!
At least you said it and it half made sense.
The logic of modern yolo-users never made any sense to me.
"You Only Live Once... so I'm going to go do something stupid that could end my one life prematurely."
Oh well. I'll just sit here and try and fend off the idiots with a stick.

I'll come if you'll have me.

But how did the tracks get on the ceiling? We may never know...

My dog is an idiot. And a complete cuddle-pot. Australia sorta failed in my department.

Sploranges....

I... I give up.

My whole body buzzes, literally, with frustration. The steps keep coming closer.
The ground throbs with every massive impact.
I finally stop the command to play and register the threat they pose. The danger I'm in. That SHE'S in, wherever she is.
One other emotion I forgot to mention.
Fear.
I'm hardly thinking as I make instant scans of my surroundings, trying to see which direction they're going to come from, ever conscious of the low-battery warning blinking repetitively at the forefront of my vision.
It's then that I see something else. The child, who now registers as "Oliver" in my processors, is staring at me from behind a heap of rubble.
(Sorry I wrote so much. And for how bad it is. But I couldn't help it. :D Your turn.)

|Sugarmochi, don't diss fantasy, fantasy is cool. :)|
Outwardly, I frown and tilt my head to the side, and repeat the command to play. It doesn't work. I try again and again, my desperation growing with every attempt.
If I don't know my orders, how can I do my job? And how can I protect the girl, my charge, if I'm busy taking care of this new boy, Oliver?
The villagers have only just picked up the sound, and immediately scatter, sending me furtive glances over their shoulders, but not stopping. They think I've brought this on them. And so I am left outside as they lock and bar their doors.
If you were a human, you'd assume robots don't have emotions. You'd be wrong.
Although it's true (unless very advanced) we rarely see the world the way humans do, but there's one thing they underestimate in us.
Drive.
Motivation.
I am programmed to follow the orders ingrained in my circuits, and nothing will stop me when I am given one... being unable to carry out my tasks...

Well if I may make a suggestion... Google Docs? Just for the time being...

Well it actually isn't. And it's gonna go away eventually. I WISH it was badass.

My FS stuffed up, this appeared on the "All" page, a few days ago.... it said it was a new post...

Me neither. Take that, internet.