left to their own devices, the comedians wouldn’t speak much of each other if need did arise. naturally this intoned elementary closeness to their disputant habitual patterns.

paralytic log manure discharged of the haulages impel-pistons as the hairy kelp creatures lobbed globules of it into the ether, forfeiting any promise of gyration.

ghost in the machine-bot . . . boo!

botty bot.
he’s your daddy!

dear friend,
oddflux has entered a design contest for mimobot, a creature like portable USB flash drive. perhaps the spirits of competition will look down favorably on these creations. (http://mimoco.com/)
here is one.
yours truly

Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well my droog!
Meeting you gives me a nice warm vibraty feeling all through my guttiwuts! Let’s itty over to the Korova Milkbar (you can carry me in your carman) the first Moloko Plus is on me. This should sharpen us up and once we’ve made up our rasoodocks, we could tolchock my gulliver so you can viddy my mozg. Initiative comes to thems that wait, real horrorshow!
Righty-right.