Woebot
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Voiceover: Down at the Dissensus headquarters the time is zero three hundred hours East London based. The year two thousand and five (a wolf howls) "Aw Oh Oooh"
Sergeant Major: "State your name soldier"
Private: "WOEBOT"
Sergeant Major: "State your Location."
Private: "London, EC1."
Sergeant Major: "Who you reppin'?"
Private: "Vinyl Junkies around the world..."
Sergeant Major: "Are you gonna hold it down?"
Private: "I'll be doing my level best."
Sergeant Major: (more insistent) "I said are you gonna hold it down?!"
Private: "I can't promise wonders."
Sergeant Major: "Enough talking, drop and give me sixteen."
Private: "It's me Oily Muscles striking the gong,
Though this thread may never catch on...
Is it a riddle or a song?
More like a joke that can only go wrong!
You think you can do better?
Then post your rhyme like a digital letter.
Step to the keyboard and make like Norman Mailer,
Hubert Selby Junior, or Richard Meltzer.
You can't test me!
You don't know 'bout Vanity 3.
Ennio Morricone doesn't run a deli!
I'm toting more Jazz Funk than the Blissed Out MC.
Your blog done froze.
Keep on your toes, you need to work on your prose,
Sharpen up on your Zizek and Spinoz,
Pack more ice in your Cold Rational flows."
{The Drill: Delete the stuff in white and blue. Here's a snippet of the 'riginal model The Essentials "Headquarters" to set your head straight}
Sergeant Major: "State your name soldier"
Private: "WOEBOT"
Sergeant Major: "State your Location."
Private: "London, EC1."
Sergeant Major: "Who you reppin'?"
Private: "Vinyl Junkies around the world..."
Sergeant Major: "Are you gonna hold it down?"
Private: "I'll be doing my level best."
Sergeant Major: (more insistent) "I said are you gonna hold it down?!"
Private: "I can't promise wonders."
Sergeant Major: "Enough talking, drop and give me sixteen."
Private: "It's me Oily Muscles striking the gong,
Though this thread may never catch on...
Is it a riddle or a song?
More like a joke that can only go wrong!
You think you can do better?
Then post your rhyme like a digital letter.
Step to the keyboard and make like Norman Mailer,
Hubert Selby Junior, or Richard Meltzer.
You can't test me!
You don't know 'bout Vanity 3.
Ennio Morricone doesn't run a deli!
I'm toting more Jazz Funk than the Blissed Out MC.
Your blog done froze.
Keep on your toes, you need to work on your prose,
Sharpen up on your Zizek and Spinoz,
Pack more ice in your Cold Rational flows."
{The Drill: Delete the stuff in white and blue. Here's a snippet of the 'riginal model The Essentials "Headquarters" to set your head straight}