From this computer (and severial others) in this small white room (yes and others), Robonthenet was founded and is still made today. But what goes on here? Who is this Rob and what makes him tick? Is he a sort of Willy Wonker, locking himself inside a magical building with a bunch of midgets in costumes dancing around and signing? Well we are going to find out for this is The Land of Rob. Now let us begin this new site by singing our national anthem, which was mainly written by Brins (seeing as I'm not very good at writting songs).

Oh land of Rob, I have a job
All thanks to Rob's employment plan.
My family, has cessed to be
All thanks to Rob's new cleansing plan.

Rob we owe you everything we own
For you gave it to us on loan.
Unfortunately I pay you not
And so tommorrow shall be shot.


What a lovely song isn't it. Saddly we never worked on any other verses, just one and the chorus. But there you go.