See, the thing is, nothing with a brain module that small could possibly conceive of the sheer amount of Swag and Style that that clocklace gives off.

Probably can't even wrap its hideous mind around the word 'clocklace' Or 'gorefetti' for that matter.

Know how dumb these things are? It slams Whirl to the ground, on his back. Whirl. The robot with

...guns in his chassis.

It is time for badaftery of the highest degree.

"Welcome to the gun show, ugly."