1 definition by vote robotlican
do not attempt to be an individual. the robotlican party will rise to power in over your pathetic organic corpses.
stabulon will win world dictatorship in 2004.
our destrobots have laser eyes.
the unstoppable android army is hackproof.
our campaign staff has plutonium blood.
the robotlican party is for weapon ownership. if stabulon is elected, everyone will get a laser cannon... and subsequently get shipped off to fight for ultimate robotic supremacy
we smash our enemies, and plant larvae in their skulls
ROBOTIC LARVAE
our platform is the children
we stand on their pathetic corpses
nothing supports the war factories better than their skulls and blood. childblood is the sustaining life of the robots.
that and plutonium
a beautiful mixture made for robot sex and slaughter
sex and slaughter are one and the same for us
we come from the people for the robots. that's what the giant glass pods with pokey things are for.
the night sky will turn red over our victory bonfire. the black clouds of victory will be a warning to organic scum
assimilate or die, fleshpods. our unstoppable robotic onslaught will not subside.
all your face is to be sexed by us, and all your cliche is to be stole by us.
stabulon will win world dictatorship in 2004.
our destrobots have laser eyes.
the unstoppable android army is hackproof.
our campaign staff has plutonium blood.
the robotlican party is for weapon ownership. if stabulon is elected, everyone will get a laser cannon... and subsequently get shipped off to fight for ultimate robotic supremacy
we smash our enemies, and plant larvae in their skulls
ROBOTIC LARVAE
our platform is the children
we stand on their pathetic corpses
nothing supports the war factories better than their skulls and blood. childblood is the sustaining life of the robots.
that and plutonium
a beautiful mixture made for robot sex and slaughter
sex and slaughter are one and the same for us
we come from the people for the robots. that's what the giant glass pods with pokey things are for.
the night sky will turn red over our victory bonfire. the black clouds of victory will be a warning to organic scum
assimilate or die, fleshpods. our unstoppable robotic onslaught will not subside.
all your face is to be sexed by us, and all your cliche is to be stole by us.
by vote robotlican November 25, 2003