You are the apple of my eye, says the android to the girl.
I do not see an Apple worth me lending my ears, says the girl.
Girls shall not live by Mac alone, but on every cheese that comes out of the mouth of an android for a cheese precedes a picture and every girl loves a picture. Coincidentally, I have a camera.
This girl and cheese? No. This girl and cheddar? Yes. Girl loves green but you are not. You are red.
Read about my grin too, I hope.
Nope. Just the red. Read a whole lot of it.
So what was the conclusion then? Have I no grin qualities? Am I irredeemably amaranth to you?
Nope. Still just simply red. Just a whole lot of red.
And that is, what exactly?
The opposite of listened. I wish I listened to red. A Whole Lotta Red.
You can listen now. Lend your ears to my face and together, we can 'face the music'.
That is so not romantic. Just facetious.
An android with a sense of humor is I and I am aiming to add all that sense to dollars. That should be green enough for you to give me a chance, right?
Left. I am left with no choice but to agree. After all, what kind of girl hates the Android robot mascot?