Geoff

Kevyn and I once made a character one time when we were talking about shit I don't remember. His name is Geoff the Robot Butler with Tourettes. Here is a poem I made about him.

His name is Geoff the Robot,
programmed to be is polite and formal,
but when you see behind his stone-cold looks,
he is slightly paranormal.

He may look normal, but strange he does get,
You cannot see whats wrong? Well lets.
Are you done with your guesses? Are you done with your bets?
Well this fuckin' robot has touretts!

Wearing a tuxedo, he does not look the part.
He seems polite as a cracker and as nice as a tart!
Before you go thinking "He does not have touretts! You are not smart!"
Geoff yells "Poo, bum, dick and FART!"

He drops every glass and drops every plate,
and just when you thought you impressed your date,
your mate yells those words, and you knew your fate,
Your girlfriend dumps you at the time of eight.

You turn to your robot friend and shout "What the fuck was that all about?"
And as you're about to take him out,
"It's tourettes!" he says, and gives you a pout.

He explains that his problem really sucks,
And that he swears more than a sick duck,
you think he has explained without swearing a muck,
you see his mouth murm, his eye twitch, his neck turn,
then you find out you're out of luck, because...
Fuck, fuck fuck and FUCK!