Say hello to "Bum-Bot"

So, imagine you're a low-life (that's easier for some of you than for others) and you're lurking in a dark parking lot selling drugs or whatever it is you do as a low-life. You adjust your cigarette to one side of your bearded mouth and set down your 32 oz. bottle of Miller High Life (the "Champagne of Beers" as the *label proudly states) in order to free up your hands to urinate when, suddenly, you hear an electrified voice boom out, "Get out of here! You're trespassing on private property! Leave now!" The noise is so sudden and deafening that you nearly swallow that last, precious cigarette. You look around but see nothing. The warm beer is soon back in your hands and you turn to your buddy, Big Willy, and begin to say, "What the $#%& was that? I nearly..." but the distinct sound of something rolling across the gravel and broken glass of the parking lot stops you and you turn to see...nothing.

"Get out of here! I repeat, please leave!" You're now thoroughly confused, but if it ain't the cops, you're not goin' anywhere. Then, without warning, a powerful blast of freezing cold liquid hits you with such force that it causes you to turn and run, well, stumble, towards the broken gate at the opposite end of the lot from which you and Willy had emerged ten minutes earlier.

Little do you know that you just got jacked by...BUM-BOT!

Read the article at cnn.com HERE.

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