There have been plenty of psalms written in praise of Robot Man; this is just one more. I will be happy if it takes its place amongst the rest and simply blends in with the others.
Robot man has metal arms and metal hands. He breathes fire, he shoots flames. He has no soul. His body is shiny and silver. He looks mean, but nobody knows how he actually feels. His chest has a circuit breaker installed and hollow tubes. He walks down the street with springy suspension. He emerges from the swamp with metal fins. He has the strength of multiple water-horses — note that his gears are all whizzing. And that dinging sound that you hear is from the timer on his head that just went off.
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