Robotron bet Sheriff Lonn he could take him in a fight.
Sheriff Lonn put his gun belt on and said,
"Step outside, punk. I'll prove you ain't right."
The robot was sure, but the lawman had a cure
For big Robotron's pig-headed ego.
He blasted all ova' with his laser pistolas,
Sheriff Lonn put his gun belt on and said,
"Step outside, punk. I'll prove you ain't right."
The robot was sure, but the lawman had a cure
For big Robotron's pig-headed ego.
He blasted all ova' with his laser pistolas,
And cried, "Robot, you ain't my amigo!"
By the end of the volley, Robo realized his folly,
As he took a shot straight to the eye.
And as the big bot retreated, utterly defeated,
And as the big bot retreated, utterly defeated,
Lonn yelled, "Cross me again, and you'll die!"
This was the last sketch from my night of cartoons, doodles, and coziness. Soon after finishing this one, I dozed off to the Voltron Lions fighting (shock!) a Robeast. Pure nerd joy.
- Bunker, out.
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