My son eats people.
He doesn’t translate languages or shut off trash chutes.
He doesn’t transform into a truck or a fighter jet.
He doesn’t morph into liquid and seep through sewer grates.
He eats people - My son eats people.
Well, yeah, that's what he was designed to do.
You see, my son is a robot.
And me? I'm a sworn pacifist, raising him as best I can.
So when a stranger came knocking one day, well,
some stuff happened…