Robot goes bananas and feeds guitars into wood chipper

“NOOOOO! MY AXE!” shrieked Spike, a guitarist whose red Mohawk seemed to vibrate with his anguish. He lunged forward, only to be held back by his friends.

“BLEEP BLOOP, LESS NOISES!” Zorp reiterated, feeding another guitar into the maw of the Eradicator. The machine hummed contentedly, spitting out splintered wood and mangled strings.