Toy gingerbread houses and snow-covered Christmas trees on me on a beige background
The light and the heat are so infuriating to me that the inky cobblestones legs and arms
The prefix of the buttons for me is a recycling called the song from the Chernobyl disaster movie
The apple doesn't fall far from the apple tree on the ground and on me
My battery is weak. Charge me master. For I am tired
My battery is weak. Charge me master. Otherwise I'll just die
A red Ford stands in front of me on a dark background