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| - In Dr. Cockroach's lab Dr. Cockroach: (constructs something and then makes an evil laughter) Behold, my crowning achievement! B.O.B.: Two thoughts. One, I love it. Two, where is it? Dr. Cockroach: (bends his back) Down here. Susan: (bends her knees) Oh, your new phone. Is something wrong with it Doctor C? Because I think that's gonna void the warranty? Dr. Cockroach: Yes something's wrong! They advertise it as a smartphone, yet it is incapable of independent thought. So I did some tinkering and now, (flips a switch to hit a blue laser at the phone) this smartphone is a sentient phone. (laughs)
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| - In Dr. Cockroach's lab Dr. Cockroach: (constructs something and then makes an evil laughter) Behold, my crowning achievement! B.O.B.: Two thoughts. One, I love it. Two, where is it? Dr. Cockroach: (bends his back) Down here. Susan: (bends her knees) Oh, your new phone. Is something wrong with it Doctor C? Because I think that's gonna void the warranty? Dr. Cockroach: Yes something's wrong! They advertise it as a smartphone, yet it is incapable of independent thought. So I did some tinkering and now, (flips a switch to hit a blue laser at the phone) this smartphone is a sentient phone. (laughs) (Smarty becomes alive) Dr. Cockroach: It's alive! (Link, Susan, and B.O.B. gasp) Smarty: (jumps on Dr. Cockroach's hands) Booting up. Stock market's down fifteen-point-four points, it's your turn on Wordzy, (buzzes) and you've got three new texts. Dr. Cockroach: Why thank you, Smarty. Susan: Doc, are you saying your phone is alive, like alive-alive? Smarty: (turns around) Yep, and I'm jacked into the Internet twenty-four-seven. I know it all, literally. Link: Oh yeah, (crosses his arms) then what is the atomic weight of rubidium? Smarty: Eighty-five-point-four-six-seven-eight. (chuckles) Nailed it. Link: I have no idea if that's right; I just wanted to sound smart. Is rubidium even a thing? B.O.B.: Ooh, let me try. (moves closer to Smarty) If you're so smart, then what color am I? Smarty: Blue. B.O.B.: (blurbs and turns around in shock) Guys, Smarty knows everything. Smarty: Of course! (jumps off of Dr. Cockroach) Daddy made me fully functional. (hugs Dr. Cockroach's leg) Dr. Cockroach: Daddy? (The half-hamster drinks and spits out a brown liquid, and then stares and squeaks at Smarty)
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