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I've been lucky enough to visit a fair number of countries, but travelling in Japan in 2015 has to be one of my ultimate experiences. One night, while wandering about the streets of Shinjuku, I found the Robot Restaurant, which is every part as neon and electric as you can imagine.
As we were getting our tickets, the man behind the counter asked me if I wanted to boxarobot. I was stunned into an awkward silence, sure that I'd misheard, but my travelling companion — showing himself to be a "true friend" with "only my best interests at heart", quickly answered yes on my behalf.
We were shown to seemingly ordinary seats and the performance began. I was so swept up in butterflies riding gorillas shooting fireworks into the audience that I completely forgot about my upcoming battle. Until . . . all the cute (and/or remotely friendly-looking) robots exited stage left, and giant chains appeared on stage creating the world's most terrifying boxing ring. Robots the size of transformers entered the stage and a spotlight fell upon me. My soul momentarily exited my body and I found myself on stage being kitted up in boxing gloves seven times the size of my body. A hush fell. The fight began. I beat the crap out of that robot. Lucy 1 — Robot 0.
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