It was beheaded, someone went full ISIS on a robot
Ok, I confess: I did it.
My youngest son when he was @ five years old had one of those stupid toys that you had to "feed" and take care of every day via pushing buttons on it when it was "hungry" or something else. It was what I'd call a loud toy. Maybe not "loud" in the sense of high volume, but "loud" in the sense that the noises it made would carry throughout the house. He called this toy "Dinky." Dinky was one of those Tamagotchi kind of toys but in the shape of a robot.
One night the stupid thing was put away in one of the toy boxes in our family room and it started making noise right about 2am.
It woke me up from a sound sleep. Not something I get very often.
So I went downstairs into the family room and proceeded to dump every damn' toybox we had out onto the floor until I found it.
When I found it, I tried everything to shut the stupid thing up. When that failed, I put it in the garage and went back to bed. Problem solved, right?
Dumb move, the garage was under our master bedroom. Back downstairs I went.
I put it back in one of the toyboxes and surrounded it by pillows from our couch, then put the lid back on. Went back upstairs to go to bed. No deal, I could still hear the damn' thing.
I'm not kidding about this: over the course of the next two hours I tried everything to shut this thing up or to find a way to muffle the noise to no avail.
My frustration peaked when I went into the garage, found my hacksaw and cut the damn' thing's head off. Dammit if it still didn't keep going on making noise.
I finally opened the garage door and tossed the stupid thing outside into the snow, closed the garage door and went back to bed. By that time, it was somewhere around 4:30am and there was just no way I was going to get any sleep before I'd have to get up at 5:30am for work.
That night I came home from work to find my youngest son holding Dinky and Dinky's head. The battery on Dinky had finally gone dead so Dinky was finally ... silent!
My wife and two sons looked at me and asked if I knew what happened to "Dinky." I didn't have to say a word when my youngest son said "Dad killed Dinky!"
Yup, I did. All these years later (10+) they won't let me forget it either! :-)
I suppose, being Canadian, it wasn't racist enough to exist here, whatever race one had in view . . . you have to be an agitator and fight for justice, or you'll be taken advantage of, eh?