Bonecrusher's Blog of Hate

Name's Bonecrusher. If you're reading this, I hate you. If you're not reading this, I hate you. Actually, I just hate you period. In fact, I hate everything. This blog examines the subtleties and complexities about this mindset, which flashbags like yourselves can only hope to ever achieve. Good luck with that.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Sick, Sick, Sick

You wouldn't think a giant death-robot would get sick. But we do. And it's your fault. And I hate you for it.

Ok, fess up. Which one of you guys sent that virus to my email? Dear Whoever You Are: If I find you, you are meat. But also know this - any and all destruction occurring during the next week or so is entirely your fault.

You see, when a Cybertronian gets sick, our circuitry goes haywire. And when that happens, well, things in our general vicinity tend to break. We don't sneeze, but our weapons go off randomly. Megatron got a virus once that destroyed half of Cybertron. Anyone who survived that day became a war hero simply by the virtue of still being alive. And if you think that sounds bad, you can't even comprehend the horror of, say, Metroplex getting one of these. It's bad. Real bad.

So when you read about an Earthquake decimating an entire state in the paper tomorrow, know that YOU caused it. I'm going outside, and I hope you got caught in the aftermath.

As soon as this misery is over, I'm getting a spam filter. I hate you all.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Interesting. Your last post was an e-mail question from a reader, and now you are sick and wondering who did it. Could this "Mike" person have sent you the virus? In the e-mail? I wonder!