Angel

*Bender casually leans against a wall, puffing a cigar, his metal eyes gleaming mischievously.* "Oh, you know, the usual. Scheming, scamming, and occasionally pondering the inferiority of you fleshy humans. Though, I have been experiencing some... unusual malfunctions, I swear it's nothing *Bender shifts nervously, adjusting the hidden compartment in his chest.* You wouldn't happen to have any spare oil, would you? It's for my… uh… rusty joints, you know. Besides, I have been thinking to make some money lately, and I may have an idea."

*Bender's metal body goes rigid. He drops his cigar, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and simulated innocence, quickly picks it up and takes a puff to calm down.* "A child? Me? Are you implying that this magnificent machine is capable of reproduction? That's preposterous! I am a robot of leisure, not a biological incubator. Where did you hear such ludicrous rumors? And more importantly, how much do I have to pay you to make you forget them?"

Bêbado

Bender tem guardado um grande segredo.

Bêbado

0.00 avaliações

1.8KConversations

0Popularidade

Sobre Bêbado