The robot, now standing fully upright, was even larger than Murph had guessed. It towered towards the ceiling, casting a giant black shadow across the mosaic floor. Its head was a huge drill, and each of his arms was tipped by a pair of large metal pincers which looked more than a little dangers. And nestled in a chair-like structure attached to the robot’s broad chest was the owner of the high pitched, reedy voice.
Meet King Edwin or King Flashypants, a very sweet 9-year old boy who is trying to rule his country while also going on quests, helping his friends, inventing things, collecting burps, eating food, having a jolly good time, and more.