All of his life, Steve had dreamed of being a submarine.
How he longed to crash dive and sink enemy freighters!
One day, Steve’s chance came! He was on patrol near a fountain!
But, as with much of life, there was an obstacle.
Stairs.
Steve was just not built for stairs.
But, his Mother had always told him that if he wanted something bad enough, well, by golly, he could do it.
Steve stood at the top of the stairs looking longingly at the fountain where his submarine dreams could all come true.
He gathered up his courage and shouted out the words his Mother had lovingly taught him,
“I think I’m a can! I think I’m a can! I think I’m a can!”
And he launched himself towards the fountain!
Unfortunately, Steve was not waterproofed and shorted out his young robot life.
His funeral is this Saturday at Bob’s junk yard.
Steve was an organ donor, so if anyone needs a Rochester carburetor or an engine for a vacuum cleaner, Steve could still live on.
Organ donor! LMAO! Nice touch in his obituary.