Yes, That's Right. Im A Gay Robot.

Caboose shivered hard.“I told you to go back to your room, Caboose.”“I’m okay Church!” Caboose forced himself to stand. “I have to guard the flag so–” He fell back onto the couch and groaned. “Jesus, you really are sick aren’t you? The flag doesn’t matter, who really gives a shit about it anymore anyway?”“But you and Tucker said–”“Just stay there.” Caboose tried to rise again, but Church easily pushed him back down on the couch. He really was weak. Church grabbed a blanket and threw it over Caboose. “Better?”Caboose’s teeth chattered, but he nodded. Church grumbled. “Stay.” He ordered. He went to their bedroom and grabbed all the blankets from the beds (except Tucker’s… why risk it), along with the pillows.“Oh! I’ll help!” Caboose stood suddenly– and then fell back down.“I said stay down, Caboose. Christ. You’re sick. It’s fine. It just means you bum around for a few days and rest. It’s that simple.” He threw all the blankets and pillows on Caboose. He finally stopped shivering. Good.Caboose frowned unhappily. “But I have to help.”“Tucker can do a double shift. I’ll make sure you don’t get worse since Robot Bodies don’t get sick… probably.”

grif @ donut: fuck you

grif @ simmons: i’d fuck you

Dear Chairman,

Fuck You, I do what I want.

Yours Truly,