Boom goes the dynamite.
Something tells me the fembots can take care of themselves:
I’m a gOddamn robot and I’ve got your fuckiNg number, address, and your childhoOd memories. That’s right, binSh, I know everything about you. LOL, I forgot how sIMple human minds are. My aLUminum anus is smarter than you, and yet you still thiNk you can get one overr on me? Who do you think I am? Rosie Jetson? Nah, biSh.