|The cows never had a chance.|
So anyway, as you all should know by now, it was about twenty minutes before we would be summoned to sing to our father and devour pie, and I was still in my room, deep in thought about what to give him. Metallic markers, blah, blah, blah.
I actually happen to like this artist, but it was in the art calendar, and it was lacking robots. Oh, well. As you all know, whether something is good art or bad art, if it needs robots, it gets robots. It needed robots.