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.
I don't have a clue what you're talking about, Phil. Not a fucking clue. I have a shell the size of a fist in my head. Pork Chop Hill. The only way I can make this goddamn toup to stay on is by magnetizing the entire upper left quadrant of my skull, so you just go ahead and do what you do. Do you have any soup?