Plastic and explosive

This is the place for that clip from Robot Chicken, about explosions
But there’s nothing for it now
No time for laughter
All your shit is crowding the room
You’re not even there
It’s self-replicating and spilling out
Scattering through the house
It’s fucking everywhere and I trip over it as I move

I love it
It’s the chaos, the drug
It’s the change in this place when the prayers have cleaned it out too long
Made it too sterile
It’s grand, you’re not here, but your things
Your words
They’re everywhere
Climbing up the walls
Tightening around my biceps and striking into the vein
So I’m building more rooms
Making them all so organised with expensive furniture
So that your creatures can come crashing through and mess it up
I don’t know where everyone else has gone
I don’t know if they know about the house
If they do they don’t like it here
Or leave us well alone
Two crazy fucking lunatics with all their loud noise and long silence
I guess I’d better take a stroll out with the citizens
Remind them that at least one of us is still around
I know they don’t like it
Don’t like the waiting
Don’t like the uncertainty between chaos and order
It has to be one or the other for them
So many of them born from the practical
It’s the roots man, the roots
I remember you telling me about beginnings
On those nights when we drank a lot
Such a time of violence
Upheval
Many things were born then, many of the current citizens
Many things died
They died over and over and over again
And when they came back, you and I went out and we killed them some-more

See I’m not wasted yet
I still know how to make sense
When you come back we’ll go kick a few things
Set some things on fire
Watch it rebuild itself again
That’s what I do
While you’re out building your world
I don’t belong there just yet
I have the privilege of being the bastard child of the world, the event and the translation
But it isn’t translation any-more, that much I figured out
You’re creating now
So it won’t be long
These two separate places will be absolutely distinct from one-another
Defined
And I can’t wait to join you
Because this place is just so fucking wrong