Let’s be honest: Your average Brit would wring out a beer-soaked rat into a pint glass if necessary but thankfully the barkeep with an LED mouth, Mr. Asahi, is as sterile as a Howard Hughes panic room! Many thanks to Asahi for continuing the fight to limit human interaction and to consistently put robots in roles of servitude to fuel the impending robot uprising. Read all about it in my upcoming treatise entitled, "Robots: Shiny Eunuchs of the New Slavery." On the plus side, you won’t have to get beer-blocked by hot girls getting unfairly served before you!
Mr. A is currently programming drunkenness at schmacy Selfridges department store but I’m sure will soon enjoy being destroyed by pissed Britons at fine establishments all over London’s booze district, which is London. No plans yet for a peacekeeping laser eye add-on to break up soccer brawls but word on the cobblestone street is that future software upgrades will include repeated use of the "C" word and refusing to serve Americans.