“I don’t know anything about you, Callum… Well, I know that you like tea and fancy cars and that shitty robot music.” I burst out laughing. “It’s called dubstep.” Ryan just gave me an unamused look and rolled his eyes. “It’s horrible. It sounds like robots fornicating.” I felt my eyes widen and my lips part. “That would be… awesome.” I breathed, imagining how dope it would be to have a music video with robots jerking each other off to a Knife Party song. What color would robot cum be? Would it be like car oil? Or maybe that clear stuff they use to keep big computers cool…
