@Cocona
"Hamburglar" - that's a nice name. LOL
At my home, it's my job to raid the fridge, or else the foods stored in it would go spoiled coz they usually forgotten and stayed in there until somebody notice them. In our house there is an unwritten rule that if the food been left in the fridge more than 3 days, it's consider "free-for-all" to eat it.
Here a pic that have been circulated around our office, apparently the contractor misinterpret the drawing drawn by the engineers:
"It's a frap!" LOL, that just killed me.
"We can't repel flavour of that magnitude!" - Luckily I wasn't drinking when I watched this, or else I would've spray my drink on the monitor.
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?