It’s a Wednesday night at Butler and the creepy old man who likes to surf porn in the reference room is at it again. He has his supporters—Columbia students on the second evening of their four-day all-nighter, hunched over their MacBook Pros, protecting outsiders from the anal sex video and raunchy moans of their porn-surfing study break. You know who you are—we’ve seen you and, frankly, we’ve been there. I say, roar if it makes you feel right, Lions, and fear no more your pent-up sexual aggression: Fleshbot is here.
