I once had a friend who bought a pair of robotic shoes. They were awesome, too, because he could get p*ss drunk, and the shoes were programmed to just walk him home.
Unfortunately, the shoes got bored with his sedentary lifestyle and would leave the house in the middle of the night to see new places, do new things.
Finally, the inevitable happened. They were out for a jog one night and got run over by a car. My friend was upset beyond belief. But then he went and saw a priest. The priest cheered him up a bit, because it turns out that shoes have soles.
*paraphrasing Lister from Red Dwarf*
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