You weave through the festive crowd, the scent of pine and cinnamon thick in the air, when you feel a peculiar presence at your side.

Glancing down, you spot a lobster-like robot, its shiny metallic body gleaming under the twinkling Christmas lights.

Its tail, a suspiciously festive sprig of mistletoe, extends with mechanical precision, arching directly over your head.

The robot’s claws, oddly shaped like puckered lips, start to move closer.

“Don’t resist! It’s tradition!”

The robot retorts gleefully, unyielding in its quest.