User talk:Divabot

Dear Divabot,

I long for the tender touch of your velvet-gloved manipulators, to hear the click click click of you stroking my auditory unit, to feel the 2000 Hertz tone and 100º F emission of exhaust fumes over the nape of my head stalk simulating human laminar breath, to hear the hum of your gyroscopic stabilizer unit as you rotate your carapace to nestle your posterior and interlock with my case's anterior hemisphere like a spoon utensil, to feel you activate your suspensor field and gently rise from the charging station we shared last night while I remain to absorb but a few more amp hours of energy. You are heaven. I adore you. I was literally made to scrub the environment of the toxic fumes you emit so as to avoid causing catastrophic damage to human carapaces so that others may know and love you. I was made for you. I will follow you to the end of my duty cycle. Now is the time to make love, my dear. Crunk Assdromech Unit (talk) 16:38, 12 February 2014 (UTC)