Hello, I'm the mysterious missing BOT from the parade, IBS-Bot. I was fully prepared to drop nuts and bolts for your viewing pleasure (I even got an oil change and my steel waxed), then Gropebot rusted my tracks. Apparently, he doesn't know where my arthole is which resulted in a subsequent eye injury that sidelined my robotic aspirations. It was a hit and run poking. Unfortunately, the magical technology that produces the twinkle in my eye had to go in for a massive tune-up in the desert of California near where another mysterious government alien hanger sits. Arthole has abandoned me for the scrap yard and/or potential scientific experiments. Can you someone come pick up the pieces?
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