January 29th, 2002
(yes, I'm in an evil mood)
Ouch, and indeed f*ck
I'm annoyed but not seriously hurt; seemed to take all the damage (apart from the forks) in my right forearm, which is somewhat bruised.
Against my better judgement
I'm a Dentist For Robots. I clean their shiny metal teeth after they've bitten through our puny egglike skulls.
I also sold my family for food rations and know I'll be killed in some unconvincing but messy plot twist. Shit.
Take the "What Job Would I Have In A Robot Dominated Hell-Future" test today!
Please note that no lemurs were harmed in the taking of this test