Pick Asidz: The recharge is still at large.

Luna: I feel like putting love in handcuffs and calling it a day...

Traz: Yeah, it must be that time of the "Power Puff"!

Luna: My name is Luna, not "Blossom".

Traz: But what a great leader you are. I would follow you inot a trailer park of formaldehyde.

Luna: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Traz: Doctor Jeckyl and Mr. Formaldehyde? It means that dead relationships don't wag their tales.

Luna: Dead, but still a zombie...

Traz: I guess that is not a psychic dilemna?

Luna: Nope it is a not into it anathema.

Traz: I still ride attached to my handlebars...

Luna: ...and I think life is made of bumper cars!

Pick Asidz: Lovable Lullaby

Trax: It's been awhile since I perused the static schematic...I've got barnacles on my barnyard.

Loca: Things that go bleep in the night? Are still sexy like edible underwear?

Trax: What is edible is the incredible bastard that I am.

Loca: But baby you always turn my turntable towards totalitarionisms.

Trax: You don't notice i programmed you to love me? Love is a dimension of projection. A protagonist's protagonistical project set in parenthesis.

Loca: Well I don't turn a blind eye or lopsided sensor to loving the good about you...

Trax: Don't you see that I'm flawed?

Loca: Baby even diamonds crack under enough pressure...

Trax: It's the wait sweety...it's driving me insane in a world without a supercosm.

Loca: Supercosm or not, macrocataclysmic is not a superlative sublimation.

Trax: that is what i think...everything would unravel and unwind if I die before my eventual hypothesis to life.

Loca: Well that is what I think kind of...but they say I might live forever!

Trax: Forever is blind to hindsight?

Loca: Not your past, but your present right now...it suddenly feels like the future is out of our grasps.

Trax: But I'm so close to payday I can subdue the chosen few. Forever is set in dimensions of dead president's to most.

Loca: Lucky for you I'm an android...so I don't get impatient!

Trax: Yeah life is like a lovable lullaby...to sleep is to recharge your soul and my soul slips into a song state.

Loca: Oh yeah sing me the melody?

Trax: Pardon my french, but you are an android.

Loca: I said sing to me!

Trax: "If love was a computer I wouldn't need to reboot her, so I love your keys to epiphony and diaphony rolled into binary bliss. That was my thought, so give me a kiss!"

Loca: Blah, blah, blah, inkblot...how many bottles of beer on the lost haul?

Trax: How many licks to my binary crop?

Loca: Or just get a fucking haircut already...

Pick Asidz: Rebuttle, Rebuttle, Rebuke

Crux: "I'm always at odds to make my own ends meet." Against Trax's happy go lucky...Against Loca's quizical...Against Blank's quixotic...Against Clyde's cynical...Against Cleu's wonderment...Against Army's femchismo...Against Brickx's dumbfounded...And against Sicco's slander. The last being the least most disenfranchising! Slander is a part of my game too! More like discrediting the house of cards to implode. My style is a coup de tat playing Tic Tac Toe. It's hard keeping propessimistics in check... There is always that thin line between pessimism and realism...

Pick Asidz: LocaDevotion

Loca: The transmogrophy got you down? Try a Traxburger for free on my knee. Or a vanilla Lunacle. Lust is savorous when curtailed bland and devoured slish. Put the Banshee on sliver...

Pick Asidz: Loc Ed

Loca: I'm sick and tired of "I'm too busy to play with you Loca", from Trax. He freaking tried to do that telepathy crap when he is doing something or is somewhere else where I can't "roboannoy" him. When he does that psychic crap I get angry and turn on the computer jargon. How would you like hearing "blip blip bleep" for hours on end big man? So I'm getting into art with my "bioframes" C.G. (Computer Graphics). This crazy billionare artist guy left him a fortune, but the haters forgot to turn on the national light switch. Power outage to the would be millionares across the country. Internet place a bet and computer looter all rolled into one. As for me, when he ignores me, I feel like your average stop light! If I turn on the green will you touch my virtual keyboard?

Pick Asidz: The ends justify the meanwhile...

(Brainchild can literaly read the binary emotives of computer mainframes.)

Brainchild: I remember what my dad told me before he had to leave town for Android parts...
"To never trust the psychic matrix technoconversion of thought streamz by itself". "Psychic integration into the droidal syntaxinal synapses is a symbiosis of the manifestual". So I added, " That display on the mind's Head's up screen"! The Gridlockx are working on telephonic mind computers that integrate into the neural synapses and work as a "meat drive". Otherwise known as an "interneuralizer". Virtual Impactual doesn't come alive till it's in the head. R.E.M.'s eye movement is the hard part of the integration. I want to see lines of code in my sleep! And live the internet! My dad is the one who thought up most of this stuff and I live to turn his imagination into reality. My clairvoyancy is integral to neural symbiosis with a computer mainframe. His telepathy is a virulent recombinant. His downfall is that he is an empathic telepathic and can be offset by mood. He tells me that happy is the way of the future!

(Anti-Brainchild is the Computer Cockroach)

Pick Asidz: Hupcap from Heaven

Streetz: O.K. hobocop...tell me about how exactly you made it from homeless to heaven?



Trax: Well I had no humorous helpings or lethargic leavings to adorn my kelp.



Streetz: Talk English Fumble pee...



Trax: What I mean is that I fraking earned it man!



Streetz: But elaborate...I'm interested so I can tell other folks how to cook their egg yolks.



Trax: Ha, ha,...well I dreamed of a better self to make a long story short and stayed out of trouble . Spent most of my time in the library writing poetry and came up with "prose grammar". Then read books on engineering and mechanics, then entering the "Universal R.P.G." contest and won Locamotion my biomechanical girlfriend. "Bootsy puss in boots never sat on the caboose of a runaway train of thought."



Streetz: So you like, paved the way to your fortune by not acting foolhardedly?



Trax: Oh there was plently of fool's gold pyriting the gyrating highways, but I filtered out the flem and won back Texas.



Streetz: So you stayed on your feet by reading and writing? You sort of already explained how your Bio-Dad told you that you should become a professional video gamer, but how you applied that is prolific.

Trax: I never dreamed of technology like the Androidal in this day and age, but it exists. So I refined myself as a conceptionalizer conformist...

Streetz: How so exactly?

Trax: By coming up with new ideas and trading them with my son, Brainchild!

Streetz: Brainchild is your son? You mean the Hub of the Gridlockx is your progeny?

Trax: Progeny and Prodigy! Flipsidz still doesn't know...