My Imaginary Friend
Most of my robot friends had left the factory. I feel that don't have anyone in the mushroom factory can talk crap together. They are all are new robots that venture that into this so call dream job industry. They are just normal robots, I want to rant and talk crap with them, but can't.
Without anyone to talk crap. I made myself a new friend, a TV Head. He is my new imaginary friend. This TV will never betray me, he is a true friend. I can scold him and he will always remain the smiling face unless I give instruction to ask him to angry. Now can you understand why crazy people like to face at wall and scolding the wall? This is because the wall is their imaginary friend.