Anton Peck has warmed the cold, mechanical heart of The Robot with—can it be?—love and admiration. Should The Robot come for him, his death will be quick and painless.

(Seriously though, this is the Coolest Goddamn Thing Ever. Anton, you’re a god who wields a pencil and paper instead of thunderbolts. Which, really, is just as good.)

(Okay, I’m officially no longer sure where I’m going with this entry.)