I lick batteries for lunch, but that's OK. If organic material gets inside my system, I'll break down. That's why miss Gop-dahn voluntarily eats my food for me.

My granny left her dentures behind before being hospitalized, but that's OK. With it's help, I can converse with other electric appliances around me. (The coffee machine says "hi")

The nurses insert tubes into my nose, but that's OK. Once I uninstall the sympathy inside me, I'll make sure they're all dead. I'm still working on the uninstalling part though, all the nurses have their own grannies and I don't want to give them trouble. The grannies are innocent.

I'm a cyborg, but that's OK. I have a thief by my side. A guardian angel to protect me. To feed me and kiss me and teach me how to fly by rubbing a pair of socks together.