The Robot
"Our next performer reminds me of one of my favorite jokes..." Bea began, giving that grin that anyone who knew her, knew meant she was about to say something extremely inappropriate. "Yo' mama's so stupid, someone told her to do the robot, and now R2-D2's got AIDS." Oh god. Bea. Stop. "Ladies and germs... I give you... THE ROBOT!"
The video clue opened with an actor dressed as a mad scientist, operating on a robot. "Growing up," a distorted voice over started, "I always felt the need to put on a facade. I felt like no one listened to me or even cared what I thought, so it was easier to pretend that I didn't care about anything. I relate a bit to a robot like that. Robots don't care about anything, and it was almost expected of me to not, either."
Like classic Frankenstein, lightening struck the robot, causing sparks to shoot off of him. He sat up slowly, then pushing himself off the table as the scientist jumped around, excited. "It took a major shift in my life to show me that it was OK to care about things. Through the good and the bad, I finally managed to make a life for myself that I could be proud of. I didn't feel so robotic, anymore."
As the robot started to walk away from the table, more sparks shot off of the bolts in the costume. "Coming here was a huge change as well, but I know it's mostly for the better. Someone here reminded me that this robot still had a lot of love to give, after all."