All Blown Up

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Hey Malfunctioning Eddie, how's it hangin'?

If by "it" you mean my motherboard, the answer is "by two thin wires".

Every time I explode, it's a little bit harder to reassemble me.

I know the feeling. Every time I sneeze, it's a little bit harder to remember to wash my hands before I prepare food for others.

I'm thinking about getting help for my explosions.

Weren't you already committed to a robot asylum once? I know because I was there.

Yeah, they kept pushing all kinds of different patches on me that never solved the problem.

Sound like you have a serious mental health issue.

You do know your pants are missin, right?