Nichrome wire head.
Your mama sweat’s 10w30!
He’s not running on a full charge.
You couldn’t catch a human if he came running at you with a loaf of bread.
He’s 404.
You’d get lost beaming your counciousness across the street.
Your diode’s lookin’ a little pink there, GX-21998. You gettin’ a little light in the motilipods?
You’re not your father’s Oldsmobile.
Rivet-dick.
you’re so overloaded your eye is straight!
Yo mama was a TRS-80.
R2D2 wouldn’t go out with you unless you hung a transformer around your neck.
Smooth move, Commodore 64.
Your piloting ability is Apollo-ing!
Meathead.
You left…oil stains all over the sheets!
There were metal shards all over the carpet.
There were tiny chromium flakes all over him…like human dandruff. Disgusting!
Hey, babe, those headlights look really fake.
Bite my shiny, metal ass! (/Bender)
You’re so BASIC.
Your momma was a Hoover.
Good one, Grease Lightning.
Give me a call when you upgrade past 3.1, lunchpail.
Be the device she wants you to be.
Overclock your processors here!
I’ve seen bigger heat sinks on a cell phone.
You’re starting to think too much like them.