Drill, Drill, Drill our holes right before we ship
Wearily, Wearily, Wearily, Wearily
Wish that we could quit
From now on anyone who puts a steel sprocket on the robot that isn't drilled out is to be spread eagle and flogged. That last pound is the worst. (btw, I know the title doesn't match the content, diferent poems and all. I've been working on the robot for 12 hrs straight, give me a break)
So, How many other teams are pulling out all the stops on the last night?