Ryobi Sander! Anime about a robot sander? Or anime about the story of a teen boy learning what it means to love?
We're sorry, Ryobi Sander, that you came into a world ruled by horrible anime. We're sorry that you, with your perfectly good name, could be mistake for a horrible children's show that pretends to be for grown-ups.
Because you, Ryobi Sander, deserve to live in a grown-up's garage. You deserve to be sanding down fine woods while some old '50s song plays on an AM radio in the corner. You deserve to be placed on a special shelf while your user takes a break to drink coffee from a dented tin mug and glance at the sports scores in the newspaper.
But, instead, you'll be stuck performing for people who'll race to build their Steampunk translation of Bruce Wayne's TARDIS in their headcanon version of the attack on Babylon 4. Sorry, Ryobi Sander. You deserved better.