In what seems like a foolhardy move to Hank, and one of no particular significance to Cap, certain Persons with Thumbs just brought home a Roomba. Which is to say, a robot. That cleans. Brought it home. To stay. Yes. A very zoomy, very clever little robot has been given free reign over the House of Hank. Which is a pretty sick thing to do, really, and Hank would just like to know what was so wrong with regular terrifying vacuum 1.0?
Cap just wonders. Generally.
Hank suspects this terrible Doomba harbors shivs, or citronella spray, or some other diabolical weaponry of world domination. The Thumbs think he’s being melodramatic. Despite Hank’s qualms, this wee, zippy bugger does a great job of tidying up, even in Hank’s two-Labrador, many-carpeted castle of endless obstacles. The Thumbs have christened the little bot “Dennis-There’s-Some-Lovely-Filth-Down-Here“ and hope he lives a good, long life of autonomous collecting here at Hank’s commune.
Hank will accept your condolences in the usual manner.
Just don’t leave them on the floor.
Whatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.