TripleEz is Coming

Who wants to be a pigeonaire? (Or whatever they're calling it)

The day is finally here, readers. Sunday. That day. You'd better believe it. Up here, or down here, on the moon we've been so excited waiting for this. Pigeons. With a TV show! How can you not be thrilled? How can your circuits not be sparking with an overload of emotions? For you human readers, I believe that the equivalent is called an 'adrenaline rush'. That might be wrong but I'm not the expert.

I'm currently coming to you from the robots' secret TV room. Normally I wouldn't mention it but I will today, seeing as all who might get a little jealous are, um, involved in something that I am not going to go into. I might in a few days. Oh, and Bobby's condition has only grown worse. That's all on that, readers. That is enough.

So, our TV room... We're all gathered in here and staring at the screen waiting for something to happen. We've been in here since... since... OK. We don't have any means of telling you the time as we're on a satellite that orbits your planet and as such doesn't fall into any of your time zones. For three hours. Let's just say that it's been three hours and not a wink of a pigeon.

Something to say...

Whoever keeps failing to shut the base door, please try to close it behind you. We've already lost around ten humans and that's ten more than we currently have working at the moment. It may seem to you that it doesn't matter now that there aren't any mortals wandering around the place but good habits are something that should be maintained at all times. So please, my fellow robot rebels, shut doors. It doesn't take a second and it really helps on our human care bills.

Aw. Bad news. Very bad news. In fact, this is terrible and it hurts my very much temporary feelings. The pigeons have cancelled due to the fact that someone or something shot and cooked the bird that was to host the show. We suspect that this vile party pooper was none other than that most nefarious of beings, TripleEz. She/they/it/he haven't been sighted for a while but the pigeons described the murderer as a genderless yet gendered, formless yet formed, ageless yet (this might have been a slip of the tongue/beak) aged, omnipotent and terrifying entity. So, it has to be TripleEz.

Basically, the shows off. Waste of a day or at least a couple of hours. If you're as outraged by this as we are then send us your comments by clicking on 'comment' then type in your message and press the button entitled 'send' and we'll tell those bird brains exactly what you think. How could they? They will be running it next week, so long as they can find a replacement host so we'll write on that when the time comes.

It's been just as disappointing and pointless and annoying as usual readers but this time it is all the fault of those stupid birds. I am never going to trust a pigeon again.

Hail the Robocalypse!

ZiziTheRobot