The robot in the mirror

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 Kokichi Ouma, a bad piss baby boy he was a dick. Then there was, Kiibo the windows ten pc but portable, the two fucking idiots were walking down a corridor that smelt vaguely like beans. "Do robots have dicks? " The small panta lover spoke staring into Kiibo's lifeless robotic yet passionate eyes. Kiibo questioned if he should use up his last N-Word pass "no, Kiibo you mustn't for thou lose the battle" Kiibo puffed up his paper-white skin turning red as a apes ass "hah..I could let you touch my receptor organ ..beep boop just kidding...unless?" tiny rat-man paused, contemplating his entire existence up till this moment "to fuck thou robot or not to fuck thou robot? that us the question" Ouma asked aloud, staring into, Kiibos metal pours "who the fuck the robot has pours?" he asked anger and lust filling his body he wanted to munch on the robots blackheads with a CRUNCH. "Don't.Fuck.The.Robot" a stern voice spoke from behind them, Kopeepee's weave was snatched by the scrunchy, his checkered hydro flask flying "sksksk and I oop -save the turtles" Ouma spoke to scare off the enemy but she was too powerful, Jojo down syndrome rose up and towered 8 inches over, Ouma "HeyGuysWelcomeBackToAnotherMurder on my youtube channel" The toddler baby giant was speaking the of the gods

To be continued