Me, out running an errand: oh neat robot repair truck
Me, hours later: NUMBER 5 IS ALIVE! No disassemble!
Me, out running an errand: oh neat robot repair truck
Me, hours later: NUMBER 5 IS ALIVE! No disassemble!
I've lurked from afar for a while, but considering my love for clown failures (thank you ygo arcv), i think id love it. a friend of mine was talking to me about it, and it apparently speaks to millennial depression a lot? or maybe it's just cause being a girl/boy failure is #JustMillennialThingsFamily holiday highlight has to be the absolute indignant outrage of one eight year old faced with unskippable commercials at the start of a VHS tape.
Us old people refusing to fast forward because
“Flubber! Oh wow, those effects really hold up for ‘98!” did not help.