Wouldn’t it be awesome to have a teeny, tiny Roomba, Roombaing around your desk, adorably vacuuming up all the crumbs and dust?
If I had a mini Roomba, I’d do so many fun things with it.
I’d hug my mini Roomba because he’s so cute:
I’d take him for a walk so he can clean my hallway:
There’s got to be a reason that science has yet to create mini Roombas. I’m not talking about the smaller apartment-sized Roombas of today. I want teeny, tiny Roombas. Like the Shih Tzu of Roombas. If we already have regular Roombas, can’t we just make little ones? I’ve been thinking about it all week and there’s really only one explanation as to why today I didn’t receive a sweet little baby Roomba. Mini Roombas must be some sort of threat to humanity. There’s really no other explanation.
Think about it.
They are robots, so, like droids, they may attack as a well-organized, massive army:
They also clean things, so maybe breaking them down into smaller versions of themselves will produce some sort of Fantasia-esque dilemma in which they unite and… I don’t really remember what the negative part of Mickey having a ton of brooms was, but it was scary when I was a kid.
So sadly, I did not receive my mini Roomba for Christmas, but I guess that it’s for the good of mankind.
Peace, love and Merry Roomba-less Christmas,
PS – After a lot of thought, I’ve realized it’s probably because the Roombas would fall off my desk. Also, I found this attempt at a tiny Roomba and it doesn’t seem like it sold too well.