Iz in ur subconshuz doomin ur dreamz

Just got this e-mail from a former fellow worker drone:

The strangest event just unfolded: I had a nightmare (well, it was scary at the time) that you were chasing me as an evil robot from Xanthur that wouldn’t allow me to leave the planet. I couldn’t destroy you or any your fellow foes for the life of me. Eugene was there too, but unfortunately he was a failed human writer of what we know here on Earth as the “Star Wars” series that could be seen on the 99 cent store bookcase. I woke up laughing as our last battle was at a supermarket.

Eat it, Freud. Dreams are caused not by your Eddie Pus you speak of, but robot invasions so strong your brain goo cannot resist. EPIC SUBCONSCIOUS PWNAGE FTW!!!