My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

Been a while since I chilled with old MacDonald. He came by and tried on a bunch of the dead man’s clothes I recovered a few months ago in a clean out. Robert Hill was his name. A sharp dresser all throughout the 1970′s.
I’d love to stay and chat, but the Chai cart has stopped building itself. There are limits to artificial intelligence. Now I go out and show it how it’s done. Chiraag wheat pasted some images on the side. Sick as hell. Here I go.