Mom vs. Machine

Vyom!

Hit em', hit em', hit em'!

I am a pain poet, motherfucker.

Vyom?

You think I'm talking shit now?

I'm about to put your ass in a wheelchair.

- Vyom? - That's it baby.

That's it, come to daddy.

- That's right. - Vyom.

Yo, what you don't even announce yourself?

Yo, I did.

No!

I'm sorry, mother.

That was an overreaction.

I, had money riding on that.

Money?

No, no.

Not like real money.

Grubles.

Like, you know flex points?

Okay.

Cool.

Okay you think this is a joke.

This is legit.

Vyom, it's just a game.

Just a game? I'm a level 99 spell caster, mother.

I earned that shit.

You know what?

I'm not gonna justify this.

Anybody else playing this game?

Yes, attack them!

You know I pay my goddamn taxes.

I go to work, I come home, I pay my rent.

I got the degree that you wanted. I mean, what more do you want from me?

I can come home and just spend my time

however I damn well please,

without you judging me, all right?

Yo, hold up. Code yellow over here.

Vyom, I didn't know that this was so important to you.

You can't keep intruding, all right!

This!

This is a man cave.

I just wanted to make sure

that you had something good to eat.

I put a new spice in there

and I thought that maybe I could get your-

Mom.

I have it covered.

You see, this baby?

This baby's the Home-Maid.

That's right.

It's incredible.

Just plug in a recipe and boom baby!

Biryani!

And it's just so good.

So amazing.

3D printing.

Voice activated too.

And the best part is you don't have to worry

about me anymore.

You can, you know, do your own thing.

Have fun.

Embrace the future, Kamal!

Honestly, this is the best thing that could happen to you.

Kick him out.

Way over you way. Way.

It's like we don't even live in the same house anymore.

I wish they didn't make it such a politically correct

thing to physically discipline our kids.

Mine turned out fine.

Sheila, your kids are in therapy.

Have a great,

day.

What would you like me to make for you?

Your favorite again?

Sure.

Surprise me

Please step back.

Dinner's coming right up.

And one more thing.

Nothing's complete without the secret ingredient.

A pinch of love.

Is-

Grandma's special biryani?

To your satisfaction?

Grandma?

How did I do?

You,

you suck.

I can try again.

I can do better.