Chimichangas.

When that dude in the black dress (Anderson or something...) destoyed all those guys who looked like me, I was the only one left (I drew the short straw and was sent to get the churros), so now I'm kind of wandering alone with this one song from some Bill Bixby show stuck in my head. How is that possible? If I'm just a computer program, then I can't get a song stuck in my head, and even if I could, the show was created a LONG time before I was even created. And even if you ignore all this, it's not the type of show I would have watched anyway. Whatever. All I remember from before the creepy dude with the shades jabbed my chest for some reason (wierd guy...) is that my name was Anderson. I know. Unfortunate coincidence. All the guys looked at me funny because of that. Beofer they all blew up, that is. Now I'm searching for my girlfriend from before this whole mess, while comedically getting into trouble in every town I visit! Sounds like a good sitcom to me! So join us every Monday at 8 for the wacky adventures of... ANDERSON: AGENT OF SMITH!!!!!!