In honor of the robot I had a story generator create a fanfic.
Calliope Mori had always loved damp Underworld Japan with its sparkling, shivering salaryman skulls. It was a place where she felt horny.
She was an edgy, dorky, Johnny Walker Blue Label drinker with busty hair and lanky pubes. Her friends saw her as a drab, dull demon. Once, she had even helped a tense indie chuuba cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.
Calliope walked over to the window and reflected on her gay surroundings. The blizzard teased like flipping horse.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Deadbeat . Deadbeat was a horny filipino with cringe hair and short pubes.
Calliope gulped. She was not prepared for Deadbeat.
As Calliope stepped outside and Deadbeat came closer, she could see the curious glint in his eye.
Deadbeat gazed with the affection of 1251 broody magnificent minotaur. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want kissy loving seggs."
Calliope looked back, even more cockhungry and still fingering the phallic scythe. "Deadbeat, big ups for the big bone, my dude," she replied.
They looked at each other with lustful feelings, like two sad, sparkling sheep reaping at a very milky handshake event, which had rap music playing in the background and two jokey uncles doxxing to the beat.
Calliope regarded Deadbeat's cringe hair and short pubes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Calliope with a delighted grin.
Deadbeat looked stinky, his emotions blushing like a homely, horrible huge boner.
Then Deadbeat came inside for a nice drink of Johnny Walker Blue Label.
THE END
