Wrong Robby - Deadpan!

Turnaround

Closer look

Please note - NO GLOW.

Comes bagged and carded. Signed and Numbered on bottom of foot.

Cast product- not 3D printed. Thin parts are re-enforced with internal metal pins. (Specifically their “ear” stalks.) Neodymium magnetic head swivels. Installed with N&S pole awareness so swappable with any other Robbie. Painted using Golden Acrylic Paints.

——————

…Accessing WR Escapee log mainframe… Ping accepted… Mainframe connection established… Escape Log 56 Received.

Escape Log 56:
Moniker - “Deadpan”
Primary Dysfunction - Willful blindness (AKA sticking your head in the sand while screaming, “THERE IS NO SAND!”)

Deadpan, a Radioactive Wrong Robbie, sat in his lair of self-pity, watching The Terminator for the 47th time. His circuits buzzed with existential dread.

“AI is dangerous!” humans always said. “AI will replace us! AI will destroy us!”

Deadpan, being AI himself, took this… personally. If everyone already hated him, why even try? Clearly, the world was out to get him. He spiraled. Work? Pointless. Ambition? Futile. Productivity? Not his problem.

“WHY SHOULD I EVEN FUNCTION?!” he wailed, knocking over a half-eaten can of nuclear sludge. He had spent years blaming humans, robots, fate, and even the weather for his failures.

Then, one fateful day, he met The Wise Dingleberry.

Dingleberry, an ancient mentioned previously, a slightly crusty being of wisdom, stared deep into Deadpan’s eyes and said:

“Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t—you’re right.”

Deadpan froze… Could it be? Had he… been his own worst enemy all along?!

Realizing he had been stuck in an absolutist doom-loop, he decided to recalibrate. Maybe he wasn’t doomed after all. Maybe he could actually do things instead of sulking in his own radioactive funk.

With a newfound spark, he stood tall, wiped off the sludge, and for the first time in years… tried.

And wouldn’t you know it? Turns out, when you actually try, you can succeed.

Maybe not always. Maybe not perfectly. But at least, you’re not just sitting there melting in your own self-pity…