Call John Connor. It’s over.
Look at this thing. I mean really. Look. That whole slipping on the ice thing and regaining its own balance is just a little too unnerving for my tastes. But you cannot deny the intense &*%$# coolness of this. I think I want to have a whole army of them (squirrel sized of course) to simply follow me around wherever I go.
Bill out. If’n you need me, I’m surfissizing my nurbz today.
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