Things escalate on the Killer Robot front

The Boy was possibly even more determined today to get to work on his army of Ultrons as soon as he got home than he was yesterday.

So I transitioned him over to my old light table (see: 20th century newspaper production), set him up with a drawing of Ultron we’d printed out from The Google and let him go:

. . .

I think we’re officially past the “planning” stage and are going to have to move on to actual production next.

Anybody—and I’m looking at you, The Jeffs—who can help us with the laser death rays for the eyes, please leave your contact information in the comments.

On behalf of our future mechanical Overlords, I thank you.