“Now just what is he getting at?”
A feral human is merely a terrible waste of potential. But a feral robot is a danger to every living thing on Earth; they aren’t your run-of-the-mill cutesy “Robbie the Robot” types. These are wild, bloodthirsty beasts of burden that should be kept away from children. Rampant computer viruses produced the first batch of feral robots during the 1980s. The LandoVb 1.0 caused three dozen robot dog prototypes to go insane and wreak havoc over northern Tokyo. Unlike feral humans, robots become utterly unreasonable and unstoppable. They also have a powerful taste for human blood, which in their delusional state, they believe to be motor oil.
Don’t feel bad, he has insurance.
Feral robots are drawn to men with beards, for they see Santa Claus as their master. Of course, the Claus’ have taken advantage of the poor insane robots, forcing them to work in the so-called “Santa’s Workshop” facility at the North Pole. We’ve sent expeditions to check the operation out. It’s a total dive! The place is a sweatshop, and the feral robots are all being paid far less than minimum wage. We weren’t allowed in, so we’re relying on accounts given to us by the elves displaced by the new workers. Robots and elves don’t get along, and the sudden employment of hundreds of feral robots during an elfin union strike has only exacerbated the hostility between the two quasi-species. I sometimes wonder how Santa can sleep at night, knowing what he’s done.
Santa really shouldn’t offend anyone who has to dress like that every day.