In just two years, the premiere will be held at a big party at my cool (not weird) house on mars. The guests will all be real robots that do cool (not weird) dances to thank me for throwing the wildest parties. The AI actors will all have my normal and very regular speaking cadence, comic timing and cool (not weird) body shape. Anyone who isn’t a robot but wants to attend will have to get pregnant by me, and from that point forward we will only communicate through filed lawsuits.

[Unprompted karate demonstration, done with hands straight down at sides and without lifting foot above height of opposite ankle]