The Heart, She Holler2011

N-Word the Robot:
I am New-Wireless Organized Robo Domestic.

Doc:
Hello, N-Word. Why don't you start by making us a post-invention snack?

N-Word the Robot:
Why don't you eat the soup?

Doc:
Okay.

Hurshe:
Okay.

Doc:
Wait...what soup?

N-Word the Robot:
The soup you got free with that haircut, you jive monkey. AP AP AP AP!

Hurshe:
Forget that! N-Word, I command you to oust my brother from power.

N-Word the Robot:
Why don't you oust him yourself, honky? OUST OUST OUST!

Doc:
Now, N-Word , I toiled and sweated over you all night --

N-Word the Robot:
That's what your mom said as she was gobbling my digital nuts.

[N-Word does a pelvic thrust dance at him]

Hurshe:
PLEASE! My brother is a low-hanging fruit sucker waiting to be plucked.

N-Word the Robot:
Zzt?

Hurshe:
And you're being mean.

N-Word the Robot:
Hey! You can't talk to me like that. You're not even my real parents. I'm out of here.

[N-Word leaves out the door dancing while pelvic thrusting at them]