https://youtu.be/a7k112vDJgk
Way out West there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Kyutaro. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself.Kyutaro, he called himself Kyutaro. Now, Kyutaro — he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.
Hide your kids, hide your wife, hide you’re husband, because they’re coming for everything you love. They cannot be stopped. Nothing will stand in their way. They make the Nazis look like girl scouts. They make the Stalinist purges look like a nice day at the beach. I weep for humanity because soon there will be very little of us left.
(Warning: some phallus-like objects present in the video)
The Japanese are a wonderfully weird bunch. It can be difficult to find tentacle-free videos, but this is one of the few instances where they’re not being creepy while maintaining a ludicrous level of fun. I mean, after a while a penis-robot showed up, but they were really good about not having anything too weird for the rest of the video. You can’t fault them for having a single phallus-bot; they’re Japanese for poop’s sake. You’ve got to give them one chance to get really out there or things will start to get seriously strange. That’s when the schoolgirls in French maid outfits start to appear. I’m not complaining about that part, it’s everything that happens after they show up that bothers me. I’ve seen enough Japanese videos to know what happens.
If only robotics classes and science fairs were as engaging, fun, and interesting as this. Not caring, completely half-assing all the work, and getting wasted makes everything better, but it noticeably improves robotics. Now you don’t have to pretend to like somebody’s robot that looks like crap and doesn’t do anything. Everyone can celebrate their collective crappiness without getting too caught up in giving out medals for trying, because we can safely say that no one tried.
I lied, I don’t understand. I’m sorry, I just wanted to look like one of the cool kids. Nothing the Japanese do makes sense to me. Everything is wrong, and unholy, and what on Earth have they done to Tommy Lee Jones? He used to be in big-time movies, now he’s an extra in ads for tentacles or whatever. I’m not even sure of what they’re selling and I really don’t want to know. I have enough trouble deciphering American ads. I have no shot when the main character is a dog talking about Tommy Lee Jones’ eyebrows while saying he’s their alien housekeeper. Commercials for pickup trucks confuse me; this blows my mind out of my ears and then expects me to understand the finer points of quantum mechanics.