I should have seen this coming. If the Jetsons taught us anything it's that robots will one day do all of our jobs. First Rosie. Now robot dj mouth.

With that said one of the rules that I live by (other than everything is better with bacon and beer) is that you've got to know when to get out on top. Showmanship if you will. When you know you're beat you know you're beat. It's pointless to linger when defeat is inevitable. And that's exactly how I feel as I watch this robot mouth DJ. Like seriously how am I supposed to compete with that? Dude is KILLING it with perfect enunciation. Not only that but his witty stream of conscious dialog is almost too much to compete with. Not to mention the station would only have to pay him in WD-40. I guess I could take a pay cut from my Brewers tickets and Slim Jim bi-weekly payments but how much am I willing to sacrifice you know? Game, set, match robot dj mouth. I guess this was unavoidable at some point. What's the old saying? First the robots came for the car building jobs and I said nothing for I was not a car builder. Then the robots came for the telemarketing jobs and I said nothing, for I was not a telemarketer. Then they came for the witless radio jobs, and there was no one left to speak up for me. I'm pretty sure I read that in a book/just googled it and read it on Wikipedia.

PS: This is almost exactly what I sound like during my first break at 6am. Also this is exactly what I sound like when I talk to girls as well. Man, first he takes my job then my moves? Where does it end robot mouth.

Double PS: I 200% stole that opening line from Seinfeld. So whatdya wanna fight about it?