Robot Number: Twenty-Two.
He FAILED the Turret Peer Review.
Robot Number: Twenty-Four.
He DIED before he hit the floor.
Robot Number: Twenty Five.
He NEVER made it out alive.
And Robot Number: Twenty-Nine.
DIED on the assembly line.
You want to live?
DON'T hold your breath;
This isn't life,
it's living DEATH!
But not to fear,
We're MOST humane;
You'll NEVER be yourself again.
Robot Number: Forty-Four.
He COULDN'T take it anymore.
Robot Number: Forty-Six.
The mechanic simply couldn't FIX.
Robot Number: Forty-Eight.
He perished from a GRUESOME fate.
There's a "MR. MASHY" label on the spike plan
And Robot Number: Forty-Nine.
Simply ran right out of TIME.
You want to live?
Don't HOLD your breath;
This isn't life,
it's living DEATH!
But not to fear,
We're MOST humane;
You'll never be YOURSELF again.
Robot Number: Sixty-Two.
All he ever saw was BLUE.
Robot Number: Sixty-Three.
had an INVALID CeREAl keY.
Robot Number: Sixty-Five.
He suffered a c̶̭͆͐o̸̮͛r̸̝̮̋͠ȓ̷̪u̶̙̦͆p̴͚̳͑t̴̪̔͝e̵̹̱͑́d̷̛̫̃ ̵͔͌ḋ̴̖͐͜ṛ̴̢̓͘ĩ̵̖̯v̸͉͊ͅê̸̠.
And Robot Number: Sixty-Seven.
Found his way into Android HEAVEN.
You want to live?
Don't hold your BREATH.
This isn't life,
It's living DEATH!
But not to fear,
We're MOST humane;
You'll never be yourself AGAIN.
These DEFECTIVE droids, all they know,
Is how it feels to be ALONE.
Beyond repair, they sit and RUST,
BROKEN down, collecting dust.
They never had the chance to PROVE
What it is they were BUILT to do!
DOOMED to fail
the FINAL nail,
in the COFFIN of eternal jail.
YOU WANT TO LIVE?
DON'T HOLD YOUR BREATH;
THIS ISN'T LIFE,
IT'S LIVING DEATH!
BUT NOT TO FEAR,
WE'RE MOST HUMANE;
YOU'LL NEVER BE YOURSELF AGAIN!
YOU'LL NEVER BE
YOURSEEELF
AGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!