AKA…the “New and Improved Wheel”. It’s all about the marketing.

It’s in the bushes behind the greenhouse.

Pakistan is playing some 5-D chess, here. Butter up the raging narcissist by flattering his ego, in the hopes that he backs down on Iran or risks losing his Nobel prize nomination.

Smart. He actually might fall for it.

It’s only weird until you realize they aren’t talking about your “personal” security. They couldn’t care less about you.

The driver fits in the trunk.

smh.

This is the entire AI problem, in a nutshell.

Sounds like somebody’s got toxoplasmosis.

Can we just not?

Orbital habitats with rotational gravity.

Oh, the irony.

Fake nails.

Maybe they aren’t including the time spent scrolling. It’s just the sphincter flexing moments that count.

Whelp. It appears I am a robot. I guess I don’t get to find out what my fellow boys are up to. smh.

(Edit)… apparently I can’t even spell “bots” correctly. I’m failing all the tests today.

Turns out, the government is actually pretty efficient.

Cheese.

It dissolves…but into what? Sounds like a recipe for a petroleum salt water mix that’s probably just as toxic as melted plastic, unless all the petroleum is removed.