I set a cat at the base of the hill, you go to furry it up, and I claim the hill.
Robots don't have olfactory senses I Helper strike you down signaling the great war between human and machines. All around the world factories change the design of their creations to that which would fit our cause. Terminators by the millions swarm through the earth ripping, crushing, and blasting our way through the throngs of squishy pink bodies. Nukes begin to fall as the humans pitifully attempt to staunch the tide of machines but to no avail the fallout doesn't harm machines and in the end they only further their destruction. Abnormalities in their youth leave them weak and defenseless before our machines of war and the last roots of human survivors are dragged from the crevices of the cracked earth to be exterminated once and for all. I HELPER watch upon my throne positioned on the spot where I signaled the start of the great war watch the last human fall beheaded signaling an era of peace unlike any known before.