Beneath the skin, we are all ready.
The Satanic Bread made the robot uneasy. From what little experience the Egg Pawn had with stocking bread for his boss’ Egg Sandwiches, none of the loafs he had encountered were sentient and capable of speech. Nor did they have eyes!
The Bread’s words both confused and bewildered the metallic loafer. Beneath his vermilion “skin”, the only thing “ready” were several hundreds of circuits ready to signal this foot soldier sprinting in the opposite direction away from the Bread’s grainy gaze!










