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If you haven't seen te film and don't want to know what happens look away...NOW :mrgreen: Actually, there is so little plot you could probably read it anyway :wink:
Five Minute I-Robot Water: *Glug* Girl: Hoorah! I’m saved. A mighty fine, technologically advanced robot to pull me free! Narrator: *To girl* We’re right at the start of the movie sweetheart. Exactly what are the chances of that particular scenario? Spooner: Hot damn, I had that dream about the little girl again. No wonder I’m divorced. Audience: Ehum *coughs* Were we not promised Will Smith naked in the first scene? Spooner: Nothing a nice hot shower won’t fix though. Will’s Butt: *Waves* Audience: Muuuuuuuuch better! Spooner: La la la, walking down the street, eating my pie…WHAT THE? Robot: La la la, running down the street, with a bag. Spooner: Jumpy. Robot: Wtf? Spooner: Err…pie? Zefram Cochrane, I mean, scientist bloke: Weeeeeeee…ah…an approaching floor. GAK! Spooner: Why did you kill yourself? Holo-Scientist: That is the right question. Spooner: I know, dummy. You just told me to ask it. Holo-Scientist: Indeed. I am here to help you find out what really happened to me. Ask me anything you need to know. Spooner: What’s with that hair? Holo-Scientist: I’m sorry, responses are limited. Spooner: ‘Twas the b*stard robots. Arrr ‘twas. Chief Cop: It’s “International Talk like a Pirate day” already? Robot: Hi, how can I help you? Can I serve you in any way? Spooner: SEE? EVIL! Woman: I’m an attractive female scientist. Spooner: Love Interest. Check. Water: *Glug* Girl: Hoorah! I’m saved. A mighty fine, technologically advanced robot to pull me free! Narrator: *To girl* Oooooooh; so close. Moving on… Sonny: I am a good robot. I feel emotions and stuff. Spooner: Feel this, robot scum. Sonny: That hurt only on the inside. If I could cry, I would. Spooner: Prove it. Sonny: I can’t. Spooner: SEE? EVIL! Sonny: No, just no tear glands…or tears. Evil Robots: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Spooner: Yikes. Attractive female scientist: Ouch. You made a booboo? Spooner: I’m macho, not stupid. The demolition robot tried to smoosh me. Attractive female scientist: Awww…want a Mickey Mouse band aid? Spooner: NO! Atractive female scientist: Donald Duck? Spooner: Much better. Evil Robots: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH s’more. Water: *Glug* Girl: Hoorah! I’m saved. A mighty fine, technologically advanced robot to pull me free! Narrator: *To girl* Here’s a twist. YOU LOSE! Girl: Sucks to be me. Spooner: Save her! Robot: But? Rule #1. Don’t do anything to affect the film ratings. Evil Robots: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH still more. Spooner: Ouchie, my arm. Good job it’s metal and roboty. Ha! Bet ya didn’t see that coming! Lone Audience Member: Yeah, actually, I did. Spooner: Metal arm. Your neck. Get acquainted. Spooner: So you’re really not evil. Sonny: Nah. Evil Robots: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. And then some! Old knackered Robots: Look chaps, you wouldn’t mind just stopping for a bit would you? No? Oh…alright then. Carry on. GAK! Spooner: Holy Wrong Robot, Batman! Attractive female scientist: I have the Robot killing viru…oh, I dropped it. Silly me. Perhaps due to the ARMY OF EVIL ROBOTS ATTACKING ME?! Spooner: Quick, push the Red Button. Evil Robots: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa...aaah…*splutters* Anyone got a cough drop? Attractive female scientist: I’m falling here… Sonny: Yeah, we Robots don’t have the best track record for saving the girl. Attractive female scientist: Well, I’d have thought the “Attractive” prefix would have helped my case. Remember the first law? Sonny: They say beauty is in the eye of the beholde… Spooner: SAVE HER MORON! Honestly, you give these robots ONE task… Sonny: We did it. What now? Spooner: Do I need to turf out my “Insert moral *here*” T-Shirt? Narrator: THE END! Spooner: WHAT? I didn’t even get to kiss the girl? Narrator: No. Ha ha! Spooner: Nuts. Spooner eats sweet potato pie at ludicrous speed.
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Alexia: You have to laugh, or you'd kill yourself xD Lostoyannaya: Yes. Now take that noose off your neck and get down from the chair. IN THAT ORDER. |
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