(Evil robots with fuzzy logic increment by hyperbole, not numbers.)
I went to the evil robotic breakfast nook around the evil corner from my evil apartment. It was sinister. I had an inhuman killing machine omelet and some evil orange juice - squeezed from the last lifeblood of a convicted orange!
Then I loomed off to the evil bus, and robotically rode to my evil work. Typical evil day - evil 9 to robotic 5.
Then I came home and watched some evil television for an evil while.
And I found an evil robotic sixpence upon an evil robotic stile.
Love,
Evil Robot Ted
P.S. Exterminate?