What're you supposed to do with a manically-depressed robot? –You think you've got problems? What're supposed to do if you are a manically-depressed robot? No, don't try to answer that. I'm 50,000 times more-intelligent than you and even I don't know the answer. It gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level.
Holidays always depress me, Sam. –Holidays? But-- Halloween? I thought you loved this time of year. –I detest it with every fiber of my being. Now back when it was the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain... Now that... that was a holiday. Dead rising from their graves, damaging crops, causing trouble... Good times.