Ryan Maloney reads a surreal story about ice cream scooping robots. A cow insists "Those robots can't scoop," but the narrator programs them anyway and opens Happy Vlad's Ice Cream Scooping Robots, with lines stretching from Park Avenue through Times Square to Broadway.
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But then one day when I'm old and gray, a cow will order one scoop and say, "Boy, mad lad, you sure look mean, but wow, you are an ice cream scooping machine!" Then it'll hit me, 4 words on a loop, and I'll shout those 4 words from that chicken coop: "Those robots can't scoop!" I'll be right back here before you know, and you'll say, "Did you know robots can be programmed to scoop?" With a few lines of code. Just like that, we'll be back on top. We'll open up a brand new ice cream shop. There'll be only one rule. We'll slap it on the wall. Unlimited toppings, a gazillion flavors for all. A new line will form that'll never go away across Park Avenue through Times Square and right up Broadway. Just like that, we'll be back on our feet. Welcome to Happy Vlad's Ice Cream Scooping Robots, the treat of all treats. The end.