Ian the Robot
Ian the Robot was angry.
Ian the Robot was always angry.
Ian the Robot was angry at people.
Ian the Robot was angry at mice.
Ian the Robot was always angry.
Ian the Robot was angry when a little girl asked him for directions.
Ian the robot was angry when the waiter asked for a tip.
Ian the Robot was always angry.
One day, a graffiti artist asked Ian the Robot to stand still.
Of course, Ian the Robot was angry.
Ian the Robot was always angry.
Ian the Robot stood and stood, waited and waited.
Ian the Robot was still angry.
Ian the Robot was always angry.
“Ta-da!” said the graffiti artist. “Are you still angry?”
Ian the Robot nodded.
Ian the Robot was always angry.
But then, Ian the Robot stared at what the graffiti artist had done.
He stared and stared, and the more he stared, the better it looked.
From that day forward, Ian the Robot was slightly less angry.