My Life as a Teenage Robot

Hyah!

Let go of me, you insignificant little bot.

How can I destroy the Earth from another galaxy?

Exactly.

The only thing being destroyed today is you.

Happy Comet Day, everybody.

Comet, comet, comet.

Behold the great mother comet,

heralding the day of greater greatness

yet to come.

Praise be to comet.

whoosh!

It's not a rock.

What is it?

I think it's alive.

Then could it be?

The living golden comet the prophecy has predicted?

The Exalted One has finally arrived.

As prophecy has predicted,

the Comet Goddess has appeared from the sky.

Now listen up while the Exalted One speaks.

Um...hi.

Hi.

Uh, I think that you're mistaking me

for somebody else.

I'm not your Exalted One.

I'm just a robot from Earth.

And I'm late for dinner.

So if you'll excuse me...

Comet Girl! Comet Girl!

Comet Girl! Comet Girl!

It was so strange.

They put me on a throne,

and there was all this yelling and dancing.

This is kind of weird.

Kind of?

What should I do?

Milk it for as long as you can.

Make way. The Exalted One approacheth.

Heh. Look at all the Johnny-come-lately newcomer,

hop-on-the-bandwagon wannabes.

I started the Hail to Jenny Fan Club last year.

And I've got the yearbook to prove it.

Oil.

Okay.

Let's take it down a notch, fellas.

Stand back so I can open the door.

No, I get to open it.

Hey, you guys think you could do me a favor?

Oh, yeah, easy. Anything, yeah.

I need you to find me a grain of sand.

Uh-uh.

It needs to look exactly like Abraham Lincoln.

Yes, O Exalted One.

Two, four, six, eight.

Tremerton's in second place.

Yay!

What happened to your cheerleaders?

I ditched them.

They mean well, but man, they bug.

They won't be back for a long time.

I found one!

I found a grain of Lincoln sand.

I found two.

I found lots of Lincoln sand.

So did we.

Us too.

I thought you said you ditched these guys.

Interference.

Sand on the court.

Ms. XJ9, could you kindly

get these sand-spewing space cadets out of here!

Okay, look.

You guys can't just--

You need more bowing? No, I--

Are we not worthy? No, I just--

Have we dishonored you? No, it's just--

Statue transport, quick!

I understand what you're going through, Jen.

It's like my situation,

except instead of another species,

I'm adored by another gender.

Hey, baby.

It's just too much.

So say something to them.

But they're so nice.

They mean well, and they're doing it all for me.

Whatever.

All I know is, you can't let people walk all over you,

even if they're walking under you.

How about you and me paint this town red?

Or blue?

You like green?

Call me.

Look, I really appreciate all you've done.

But it's late, and I think

we should just stop all the bowing

and call it a night.

Good night.

Good night, Exalted One.

I don't think she heard me.

She's still asleep.

No, wait, her eyes are open.

Looking out the window.

I think she may see me.

Come on, you guys.

Can't you find something more constructive to do?

Find something constructive to do.

The goddess has spoken.

Sheldon?

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

[horns honking and people yelling]

There she is.

Get her!

What have you done?

This is nothing.

Come on.

What is this thing?

It's a tribute to you, the Exalted One.

I don't want your tribute!

I don't want any of this!

We've put all our little alien hearts into this.

It's our last and greatest tribute

to the Comet Goddess.

This is really your last tribute?

Yes, we swear.

All that's left is the dedication ceremony.

Is all this fuss really necessary?

And now we bow down in reverence

for the solemn invocation.

Zabba zing, rubba ha-ha.

Yip-yip-yip-yip-yip.

Ribba-bah.

pfft!

Ugh!

What the?

Wasn't that fantastic?

I didn't know.

I don't even like comets.

Aah!

Nobody's sacrificing me for some comet.

Sacrifice?

What are you talking about, Exalted One?

This is our tribute to you.

We have put your planet's sun in motion,

creating the greatest comet in the universe.

Are you insane?

How could you do this?

You do not like it?

We thought you would like it.

Well, I don't.

I hate it, and I want it stopped right now.

Sure, if you want it stopped, wave your hand and stop it.

After all, you're the Comet Goddess.

I'm not the Comet Goddess!

I don't have magical powers!

Oh, well, then put on your sunglasses.

The forecast calls for sun.

Where's the reverse button on this thing?

Why would we need a reverse button?

Wait a minute.

If it can pull the sun one way,

it can pull it back the other.

So you obey my every command?

Here's my command.

Get back on your spaceship!

Jenny.

I know I told you not to let people walk all over you,

but throwing an entire alien race into the sun?

That's just mean.

Not into the sun.

Just near it.

I put them into an elliptical orbit around the sun.

I made them into a comet.

We're in an elliptical orbit around the sun?

We're a comet.

Hooray!