I've been waiting my whole life to stand in the living room drunkenly yelling "No daughter of mine is going to marry this... fucking roomba!"
And she'd be all crying like 'That's why I couldn't you tell you I was robosexual, dad. You're a hypocritical bigot! Mom would roll over in her grave if she knew what you and that Bimbo4000 subscription on your desktop were doing!"
Then I'd punch a hole in the wall, which would be easy because all public housing would just be refrigerator cardboard boxes and yell "Why can't you be normal like your transmasc ace furry brother??"
Then she'd run out of the house crying and jump into her lover/Electric VTO transport that also plays in a band and burn thruster donuts in the front yard.
But nooo, we get this stupid shit going on here.