Which makes you a gay commie if you ride on one of those electric trams. Makes a man want to just… curl up and die… maybe curl up in a comfortable place, next to his extremely straight friend. Maybe he wraps his arms around you, not too tight, just enough. Maybe he leans in and whispers in your ear, that it’s going to be ok. Your nice and safe in your extremely straight friend’s large, muscular arms. The tender kiss is a surprise, but a welcome one. It takes you away to a land without worry. Where the only two people that exist are you, enveloped in his embrace. Just thinking about the electric tram makes you so angry, and his loving arms wipe it away as they tear away your clothes in an extremely straight and macho way. There’s nothing gay about a little blowjob, you tell yourself, as you ta-

I’m sorry were we talking about robot Teslas?