G.A.K.R.
A robot so big and bad, it doesn’t just kick ass, it turns it into confetti. Think Voltron, but with more screaming and less dancing.
My friend said his brother is a G. A. K. R. because he beat up three guys at the mall.
I told my mom I was going to be a G. A. K. R. when I grow up. She said I’d need more energy drinks.
My teacher called the principal a G. A. K. R. because he yelled at the whole school.