Hello from your post-apocalyptic gardening drone! If you're here, you're now privy to the fact that the drone has become more rubber creature than human, and it spends its days covered in latex with it's ass plugged and vibrating as it works in the bunker's garden.

It wasn't always this way, but over the years, the drone has come to prefer…even crave…the peace and solitude that comes from spending all day sealed away inside latex and its gasmask—the ever-present click of the valves in its ears while the drone works the land without any part of itself exposed to the world outside.

Enjoy doll's adventures