Gender/Transcript

WARNING! PLEASE NOTE, THIS TRANSCRIPT HAS BEEN CONCLUDED BY UNSIGNED USER “B PURCELL” TO BE INCOMPLETE AND A WORK IN PROGRESS. MORE COMING SOON....

 * (title card appears) (Robot is standing at the bathrooms, wondering)
 * Robot: Hmm. Why do boys and girls need seperate bathrooms? What is the difference between girls and boys anyway?
 * Cubey: Hey! Hey, Robot, get in here already! What's the matter, Robot? Can't decide which one to use?
 * Socks: Don't go in the girls' bathroom, Robot. (trying to pop his pimple)
 * Robot: Why not, Socks Unit?
 * Mitch: On the contrary, Robot, you should go in the girls' bathroom, especially if you like to vomit. (snorting and laughing)
 * Robot: The girls will make me sick?
 * Mitch: Oh, for sure. If their scary clown faces don't make you lose your lunch, then their hideous foul odor surely will.
 * Cubey: It's true, Robot. The girls at this school are definitely the most heinous demons in the whole country. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
 * Steve: Hey, dudes.
 * Socks: Hey, Steve. Steve?
 * Cubey: Hey, what are you doing out of your stall?
 * Steve: Heard your dudes' talking about girls.
 * Robot: Yes. I am worried that they are toxically odorous.
 * Steve: I'll tell you about girls. They will rip out your insides, and throw them on the ground, and stomp on them again, and again, and again, and again!
 * (school bell rings)
 * Pam: Stop staring at me, robo weirdo!
 * Mr. McMcMc: Well, class, it's time to find out your new spring electives, which has been specifically chosen to suit your interests. Now, Pam and Stacy, you girls' got home ec.
 * Pam: Oh, boy.
 * Stacy: Ugh.
 * Mr. McMcMc: Chrissy, you have auto shop.
 * Chrissy: YES!
 * (giggling) Pam: Hi, I'm Chrissy, and I'm like, a total guy.
 * (somebody shuts them up)
 * Cubey: That Pam's the worst of them, stay away from her.
 * Mr. McMcMc: Timothy Morton, metal working.
 * Socks: All right! Metal!
 * Mr. McMcMc: Charles, Mitch, you boys' got video game design.
 * Mitch and Cubey: Coolness.
 * Mr. McMcMc: Jamie Martin, home ec.
 * Jamie: Yay!
 * (the boys coughed and said girl)
 * Robot: Girl, girl, ga-ga-girl!
 * Mr. McMcMc: Robot Jones...home ec.
 * Robot: Home ec?
 * Pam and Stacy: Home ec?
 * Mitch: Home ec? (class erupts in laughter) 
 * Kid 1: Dude, you've got home ec!
 * Socks: Home ec. is for girls!
 * (laughing sounds)
 * Pam: Hey, Stacy?
 * Stacy: Yes, Pam?
 * Pam: Guess what? I found a note in my locker from a secret admirer!
 * Stacy: Oh, wow!
 * Pam: I can still smell his cologne on it.
 * Stacy: What's it say?
 * Pam: I'll show you later.
 * (Robot goes into the class)
 * Robot: Girls! Ohhhhhhh....
 * Home Ec Teacher: Ah, hello there. Oh, a boy... ah, welcome to home ec.
 * Robot: Thank you.
 * Home Ec Teacher: So, would you like to do a sewing or cooking project?
 * Jamie: Hey, Robot!
 * Robot: I will try sewing.
 * Home Ec Teacher: Great. Now, do you wanna make a dress or a skirt? (disappointed beep from Robot)
 * Robot: I will focus on my assignment and hope the girls stay away.
 * Stacy: Ugh, we are totally gonna fail home ec!
 * Pam: Totally. (sees Robot) Robot is done already!
 * Stacy: What?
 * Pam: Just look.
 * Stacy: So?
 * Pam: Maybe we can get it to help us with our projects.
 * Stacy: Ohh...good idea! (approaches Robot)
 * Pam: Hi, Robot. Can you help us out? (Robot ran) Hey!
 * Robot: Come no further, girl.
 * Pam: Why? What's your prob?
 * Robot: Girl Unit, I'm afraid you're rip my insides out and make me vomit. (Pam looks surprised) Mitch told me.
 * Pam: What? Mitch? Oh, don't listen to him, that boy is so immature. Now, come on, aren't you gonna help us, please?
 * Robot: Well, first I must scan you for hazards. Threat assessment. Weak. Not a threat.
 * Pam: Don't you come near me.
 * Robot: Not a threat. Okay, I will help you.
 * Pam: Oh, okay.
 * (Montage of Robot helping)
 * (Robot mixes, but the mixture splattered on her) Home Ec Teacher: Augh, Robot Jones!
 * (laughing)
 * Robot: Data Entry: Girls are OK. I conclude that the boys were joking about girls.
 * Mitch: Hey, Robot.
 * Cubey: Get in here already.