Television Rots The Posotronic Brain!

You know what I think would be funny? If they got an abandoned child, and from birth let a robot raise the baby.

It'd be even funnier if one day the robot malfunctioned and could only say television show names.

Baby: Who is in charge of everything mommy?

Robot: Charles in charge.

Baby: Why didn't Charles makes us look the same... mommy... am I adopted?

Robot: Yes, dear.

Baby: WAAAAAAAH!

Robot: It's always sunny in Philadelphia.

Baby: I don't care... about Philadelphia...

Robot: CSI: Miami

Baby: What?!

Robot: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Baby: Mommy tell me that story...

Robot: How I met your mother?

Baby: Please?

Robot: Yes, dear.

Baby: You already said that one you stupid bitch.

Family togetherness.