So, right, let me get this straight. We were being robbed by ghost orphans? Should I feel bad for setting that doll on fire now, because I don't, really. I mean, they were stealing smokes and all.
Whatever the hell a ghost needs cigarettes for.
Anyway, the rest of you lot should be celebrating. We've got a birthday today!
[Video time! Remember
this heap of junk? It's back now, although it looks different - leaner and much, much bigger, about the size of a labrador. It's sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of metal, and a pile of nuts, bolts, and assorted papers.]
[Which it then roots around in, and promptly starts eating. Or so it looks, anyway. And it's an incredibly realistic depiction of an animal feeding on scraps - for those that know robots, it's hard to tell where the trick is, if there is one. Surely something that clunky shouldn't be able to pull it off.]
Eeeasy, Salty. Don't get yourself sick. Skeptics are watching.
[But the... thing... keeps animatedly going after the scraps, and after a moment it settles down to gnaw on what looks like part of a bike tire. Matt's laughing a little as he turns the video off.]