what kind of party is this? there's no booze and only one hooker!
The Robot&The Devil:
Just tell me why...
Check out this 55-page warrant.
There must be robots worse than I...
We've checked it out; there really aren't.
Then please let me explain,
My crimes were merely boy-ish pranks...
You stole from boy scouts, nuns, and banks!
Ah, don't blame me;
Blame my upbringing!
Please stop sinning while I'm singing!
The Friend&The Temptress:
I don't feel well...
It's up to us to rescue him.
Maybe he likes it here in Hell...
It's I who tempted him to sin.
Maybe he's back at the motel...
Publishing indecent magazines,
You'll pay for every crime,
Knee-deep in electric slime,
You'll suffer till the end of time,
Enduring tortures (which all rhyme)
Trapped forever here
in Robot Hell!