Let's allay some fears over Bum Bot, who patrols outside a bar in Atlanta. For one thing, the name refers to the drunken louts it targets - Bum Bot is not after your hinder.
As you lay in the rubble, cataloging which of your organs has been crushed beyond repair and which are probably still ok, if they can just be tucked back into your body, pray that you're not in Tokyo, because a government-sanctioned robot will pull you out and eat you.
Let's, as a society, get past the idea that our home videos of dressing up as King Burger and subsequently walking into a Burger King are somehow hilarious. He's their mascot; where else would he go?
