As the proud owner of a Roomba, I’ve often spent nights alone wishing my Roomba could talk to me. “What defines your existence, Roomba? When you are turned off, do you dream, Roomba?”

Finally, the good folks kids at MyRoomBud have the answer: “that sound you hear is the call of Roombas from all over the world screaming for clothes.”

Oh, thank you, MyRoomBud! I’m going to buy one of your crappy, felt costumes right away! Then, just maybe, my Roomba will be whole again

P.S. On their About page they mention, “myRoomBud is a profitable, privately owned company started by kids, built by kids, and run by kids.” Has someone called the child-labour advocates or shall I?