Oh Robolad (or Robolar, I can never tell) you taught me so may things. If I consume only candy bars I may wake up dressed in a glittery jump suit. You taught me that the Mars space program is so poorly funded that their spacecraft is constructed from cardboard boxes and poster paint. I now know that the denizens of Mars have a Boston accent.
Hundreds of times in the eighties I heard that earth fruit is “Yummy and not bad”, so much so that every word of your important message is burned in to my brain and I can repeat it today.
I will never forget you Robolad, or Robolar…whatever your name is.