Anonymous asked: Dear Space Ranger, I smell you. You have a nice retina. You make me supplicate. You should regurgitate. Someday I will procreate. You + me = tapioca. If I saw you now I’d go swimming. I want to throw you. I would build a Godzilla just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be I Want It Thataway - ‘N Sync. We could destroy things under the stars. Love, Robots (P.S. don’t ever try Marmite.)
