Proper rockets. Proper Robots. Proper jetpacks. The future is finally arriving.
Yeah, you forget they're robots and start complaining about how heavy footed they are. "They're like a tribe of dancing elephants, only one one-hundred-and-twenty-fifth as cute."
I was going to make a joke about them being ATLAS and P-body. But they damn well called their robot Atlas.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
