Don't mess with this man, I've seen him slice a guy's face in half.

From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel, I aspired to the purity of the blessing machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you, But I am already saved. For the machine is immortal. So all of you "natural" humans stay

girl u so hot like a queso cheese dip fixin to go sour waitin for me to dip you while i be at the casino playin with them pokerchips i be gettin that bread even some dough i just ran out of weed do u hav some more wat bout dat crack thats alot to pay got to go back and play black jack in da cloud or spades with my boy B.T.