“I-I’m in love with you” his pathetic voice came as he whispered his confession, gripping a piece of paper in his hands like a high schooler with a crush.

“E-every time I see you in the park..I-I…” Randy trailed off. You just looked at him, optical sensors fixed on his Nokia head. “I…loose all sense of morality…I just…I…I just love you…”

he held out the paper. On it, was a poorly scrawled love poem. Randy kept his head down, fiddling with his bandages nervously.