AVGFree anyone?

That's Hydrogen Hydroxide, you moron. If you're going to make a lame joke, at least get it right. (H+) (OH-) = H20

Mod parent up - this isn't flamebait, but a response to flamebait.

MY ROBOT The story of my robot is neat. When I was bored one day coming home from school, I decided to build a robot. I started out building a synthetic merman. Figuring out that it doesn't do anything but complain, I threw it out. The last I heard, it's living with some mutants in the South. My next robot was a masterpiece cause it played music, and danced. I also wanted to make it have feelings, but the only feeling it focused on was mischief. It started a rumor that I was gay, then all the other household appliances laughed at me. Then it did a dance. So, I don't let it feel anymore. It just dances now. After deciding that I was going to live all my childhood dreams through this robot, I decided to take it to the robot convention in Albequerque. Then I figured out that there was no convention in Albequerque. So I took it to Robot Wars. Since my robot only dances, it was incinerated in the first round. After rebuilding it, I took my robot to the BRGT, or the Big Robot Get-Together. During a heated session of "Mr. Fame," my robot was confronted by some other jealous dancer robots, who were competing for the grand prize. When I informed these robots there was no competition to speak of, they incinerated my robot. After rebuilding it, I challenged these robots to a dance-off. Meanwhile my merman learned the true meaning of Christmas. But that doesn't matter. My robot showed up for the dance-off with more of an entrance than one by Dennis Miller after taking speed pills from Joey Buttafuco's private cache, smelling worse than Desmond Tutu's secret gorgonzola cheese factory (Insert poignant Miller music). Except, his was cool, and he out-danced all the other robots, with cool assortments of ollies, grinds, and manuals.