I hear his next project is a robo-sphincter that can shoot poop 100miles away and land it within 3yards of the target.
Food for thought: if you aren't dead by 2050, you and your entire family will be within a few years from starvation. Now that is a cruel gift to leave for your offspring. ;)
Note to self: Buy twister.
BASS-209: [menacingly] Please put down your fishing pole. You have 20 seconds to comply.
Dick Jones: I think you better do as he says, Mr. Kinney.
[Mr. Kinney drops the fishing pole on the floor]
[BASS-209 advances, growling]
BASS-209: You now have 15 seconds to comply.
[Mr. Kinney turns to Dick Jones, who looks nervous]
BASS-209: You are in direct violation of United States Department of Fish and Game Code 1.13, Section 9.
I took my boys fishing today at the creek at the end of the street. Wade caught a catfish, Ryan caught a sunfish and I got to sit back and smile.
No robots were harmed.
That's what we northerners call "no chance in heck I'm even touching that."
The search for inner peace continues...
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