Again, Mom, Sorry

To put you next to yet another disturbing post.

The Bot just came and sat on my lap. She is shaking and quaking (much like my angel Germany Cricket--yes she's my angel now, no fighting over it anymore, stop harassing me). She's pointing her bulging eyeballs at me in what seems to be despair.... She smells of pepperoni. We ate pizza last Saturday night. There can be no other explanation. I fear the worst.