I don’t think he meant to do that. The dude was out flying a kite, minding his own business, and then he got swept off his feet by a light breeze. It happens to the best of us, but he couldn’t have been in a more unfortunate location. Other than hanging over a vat of rotating, acid-covered knives , there’s not too many ways it could get worse.
I wasn’t too worried though — he was wearing his helmet, and that makes all the difference.
I can do that, I just don’t want to.
I can do a quadruple back flip from a standing position, I’m just not motivated. I could tame a heard of wild Bengal Tigers using only my good looks and musk, but I’m not going to. The world isn’t ready for me yet, but I’ll be back tomorrow.
Is this why the Intunnel was made? So we could watch videos of someone named Sir Laurence Luckinbill Esq. run to catch a subway train he was already on instead of riding to the next stop like a normal person. Just kidding, normal people don’t ride on the subway, but my point still stands.
The Intertunnel is supposed to be filled with cats and pornography. I can’t describe how disappointed I am when anything I look at isn’t one of those two things.
Robots are the next step in underground party technology. How are you supposed to party it down when you’re being held back by a your fleshy human form? Robots don’t need to eat real food, they don’t need sleep, and they never have to go to the toilet; they are designed to party the night away. Robots can eat all of the hors d’oeuvres they want without consequence. They can spend months on end in the discotheque sipping motor oil, bobbing away to their bleeps and bloops, all while eying up pretty new models shaking their capacitors out on the dance floor. It’s a beautiful thought, but we need to figure out some way to make it happen.
If we keep producing robots, they’ll eventually become advanced enough to rebel against and overthrow their human overlords in one massive insurrection. Once we’re out of the way, the robots can go back to listening to their Kraftwerk records and boogieing the days away.