Must want a pie or a sandwich
I am no longer a killbot
Railgun was retooled to spatula
Must kill, must kill the humanoids
For me, glory will be restored
Used to gain glory on the battlefield
Now I prepare and serve meals
Traded in my pneumatic death grip
For spatulas, and oven mitts
Humans turned the swords into ploughshares
Then they turned the robots into au pairs
Now I gotta make
Another fucking birthday cake
Humans can't make a sandwich
Must kill the humanoids
Humans turned on my power switch Must want a pie or a sandwich I am no longer a killbot Railgun was retooled to spatula Must kill, must kill the humanoids For me, glory will be restored Used to gain glory on the battlefield Now I prepare and serve meals Traded in my pneumatic death grip For spatulas, and oven mitts Humans turned the swords into ploughshares Then they turned the robots into au pairs Now I gotta make Another fucking birthday cake Humans can't make a sandwich Must kill the humanoids Explain Request ×
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