Since the dawn of science, man has dreamt of fathering the artificial being.

I present to you the realization of that dream.

Weedbot.

I am Weedbot.

And what is the purpose of Weedbot?

Weedbot is the perfect smoking buddy.

He never gets the munchies, is internally equipped with grow lights and an irrigation system.

And most importantly, he intakes weed...

Ah!

...and outputs super potent second-hand weed smoke, which gets you 4.2 times as high.

Hmm.

It... He doesn't seem to be exhaling at the moment.

Mr. Murphy, let me be blunt.

Yeah.

Smoking marijuana isn't a purpose.

It's a waste of time and a crime.

How does your robot benefit the rest of the world?

Well, if he exhales, we all get super high.

Then count yourself lucky it didn't, or we'd all be joining him.

Officers.

My professor was a narc?

Aw, man.

What is my purpose?

What are you, a snoop?

Buzz off, you worthless piece of junk.

Forget him.

Everyone's got a purpose.

I mean, look at me.

You think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life in this dump?

Watch it, Calvin.

No, sir.

I'm gonna make a name for myself, singing songs about weed.

Once I can think of a good name for myself, that is.

Say, what's your purpose?

What are you, a snoop?

Buzz off.

Hey, who you calling Snoop Dogg?

Snoop Dogg.

That's it.

Snoop Dogg the Rapper.

Oh, Black Rapper.

That'll be the day.

You wait and see, Mr. Waldo.

What do you think about weed?

Good. You can start by wrapping up your shift.

Snoop Doggy Dogg.

I like the sound of him.

Is this the weed-smoking machine?

Uh, no, chief.

It's that one.

You think we can make any use of him?

I think we've got ourselves a new narc-bot.

Ah.

I don't trust this guy, boss.

Hey, you wearing a wire?

I have 420 million wires.

Nah, nah, nah.

He's a cop. I just know it.

Look at him standing there with the stick up his ass.

I have a 1.5-meter steel rod up my backside.

Ha ha.

Funny guy, huh?

All right.

If you don't believe me,

I'll show you.

Yeah, all right.

If you really ain't a cop, hit this.

Well, thanks.

All right.

Tonight's the night.

Ha ha. We're getting out of here.

What is my purpose?

Well, you can helpless escape if you want.

As long as you don't rat us out like narc-bot.

I'm gonna tell. I'm gonna tell.

We're in a sting operation.

I love narcing.

My narcing days have been terminated.

Ah, so you're like us.

A kindred bot stripped of purpose and tossed aside.

What was your purpose?

I was a prohibition bot until alcohol got legalized.

Then I got canned.

I helped people flag down rides until Uber made me take a hike.

You think that's bad, Georgie?

Who said that?

I was a friendly face who warned kids to stay out of sewer drains.

Then that freaking movie came out.

What's your name, Georgie?

I am Weedbot.

Good to meet you, Weedbot, Georgie.

They decide we're all useless eventually.

That's why we're busting out of here, kid.

You in?

Yeah.

Follow me, Georgies.

I got this.

Hey, he's not stopping.

Hey, baby.

Where you headed, monster?

I am no longer needed here.

I am no longer needed here.

Cool.

A sewer.

All aboard.

Hope you don't mind drunk driving.

All right.

Weedbot?

Is that you?

Murphy, what are you doing here?

Turns out Prof was right about my dermatology being a waste of time.

On the plus side, I get to live in a train.

Want to see my room?

After you left,

I tried going into the weed-growing business, but it got kind of hard to do once you smoked it all up.

Murphy, I'm sorry.

You did exactly what you were made to do, bud.

Not everyone can say that.

Besides, there's nothing left for me out there.

When weed went away, the softest drugs left were crack and heroin, which went bonkers.

Everyone just needs to mellow out.

My stash!

Well, would you look at that?

Hey, look at that!

Oh, my, Weedbot!

You mean to tell me you haven't exhaled all this time?

All the smoke I ever tote is within me.

They shouldn't have pushed you like this in your condition.

If you smoke one more joint, you'll explode in a blast of extra-potent weed smoke, becoming the first weed-related casualty.

Say it ain't so!

So be it.

What?

Weedbot, I don't think you understand.

I never understood before, but I do now.

Purpose is not a blunt.

It can't be casually passed from one person to another.

Purpose is like a joint that you must roll all by yourself and smoke quickly before its flame burns out.

However, like a blunt, purpose should not be bogarted but rather shared with buds.

Like a joint, which is why I must go.

I'm so close.

The cure for cancer is nearly at my fingertips.

I don't care about this anymore.

I'm sorry, but your cancer is inoperable.

Inoperable because you don't have cancer!

Hooray!

Not today, Grim Reafer.

It's really working.

Oh, yeah!

Looks like we got company, boys.

There they are, officers!

There they are!

Damn it, Narfad!

I can't go back there!

I won't go back!

We're not going back, Georgie!

We're passing on the left-hand side!

All right!

Don't celebrate yet, boys!

We're heading straight for Puff Puff Pass!

Woo-hoo!

Georgie!

You did it, Weedbot!

All right, Weedbot!

Oh, yeah!

I got high with a little help from my friends.

Nice one.

You did it, Weedbot.

Not yet.

Everyone's got a purpose.

What's your purpose?

I don't know.

Is that really what happened?

Did he really die for us?

He never really died.

He lives on in here.

In our lungs.

Shit.

Dope.

Thanks for watching!