I was a black robot Frankenstein preacher. After reforming Shaggy from being a death metal star to mild mannered yet grumpy upstanding citizen, I set my sites on a black real estate woman because that's against god and followed her around imparting my robotic god-wisdom. So we went to Walmart and bought a really cheap looking Yoshi egg. It was filled with baby yoshis about a dozen with little Walmart shopping carts, some assembly required. It forced you to detach the shopping cart handle from the little toy replica that you're buying to put it on the cart, theb put the toy in the cart and have the baby yoshi push it around? You know, so y
ou could pretend a dozen baby yoshis are buyinga large cheap plastic toy from Walmart.

Saddest dream I ever had.

Then we went to Shaggy's house and he gave me something that looked like a devil head with a unicorn horn and said in a grumpy tone, "here it's an amplifier."

The black lady was there to pick up a stereo setup Shaggy didn't need anymore since he was no longer in music. I was so large and my hand was a claw, so I crushed the amplifier of course because it was evil. Loud music is evil, so is death metal and real-estate, but Walmart cheap toys that have obvious, blatent, capitalistic themes are fine.

I felt sick afterwards. I kind of looked like Herman Munster but a robot.