... he'll uncover a single gem that makes all the procrastination worthwhile. And one of those gems, the failed 1992 TV pilot Steel Justice, was hidden in plain sight.

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You see, a few days ago, that ghost Dimetrodon was using my superego as a litter box. He was demanding that I "read about Robosaurus on Wikipedia instead of paying the heating bill."

For those of you who have no idea who Robosaurus is, he's a gigantic, mechanical, fire-breathing dinosaur who hangs out at casinos and demolition derbies. Here's a photo of him at an air show, but it's more fun to imagine that he's giving the valedictory address at his own high school graduation.

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"I'd like to thank my girlfriend, the football field."

Since the 1980s, Robosaurus has defended your constitutional right to watch robot facsimiles of extinct animals eat sedans. He's the 21st century lovechild of Earl Warren and Babe the Blue Ox. Watch him destroy a car and then try to not choose him as your write-in candidate for your local school board. You can't! It's impossible.

Now, tucked away in Robosaurus' Wikipedia biography was knowledge that shook me to the core. It rattled me for two reasons: A) because I've spent a goodly part of my employed existence trawling the Internet daily for arcane crap and B) well, just read this.

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Yes, at some point in our reality, someone strolled up to NBC with a suitcase full of hypnosis and finagled their way into one of those fake TV shows Tina Fey is always bedeviled by on 30 Rock. We are now faced with another question: Why didn't Steel Justice run longer than Cheers?

Look, I'm not going to sugarcoat things. A television show about a dinosaur robot animated by the love of a dead child just might have some narrative problems. As with many shows lost to history, you can watch all 90-odd minutes of Steel Justice on YouTube, but here's a three-minute crash course (via Everything Is Terrible):

In a nutshell, cop-on-the-edge David Nash lives in a dystopian future, years after the "Central Asian Wars of the late 1990s." After gangsters blow up his son with a rocket launcher, Nash is haunted by a genial, undying time traveler and his deceased son's Robosaurus toy, which begins scooting of its own volition.

To help Nash clean up the streets, black Doctor Who teaches him "the Blossoming." This is a florid nickname for "Robosaurus summoning." As you can see below, a proper blow-job face is an essential component of the summoning ritual.

Emboldened by his new ability to mystically commune with a state fair attraction, Nash vows to stop being a bummer. Honestly, this amazing plot alone doesn't even get to the pith of Steel Justice's amazingness. Here are four big reasons why it's possibly the most bizarre show ever broadcast.

Seriously, Nash's son has all of two character traits: he's dead and he freaking loves Robosaurus. There's even unapologetic product placement for Robosaurus seconds before the poor tyke explodes. It's not unlike if every Golden Crisp ad opened with Sugar Bear losing a leg to diabetes -- that's not a commercial, that's a whisper campaign by Big Muesli.

It's baffling, this impulse to market all-ages motorsport shows using soul-crushing tragedy. Normally they just hire Sergeant Slaughter and a bunch of pit babes who got goofy on Armor All fumes.

And this is saying a lot, as there's always Cracked hall-of-famer Cop Rock, ABC's 1990 musical police series in which a young Sheryl Crow sang brassy arena rock anthems about arresting sex offenders.

Was Steel Justice commissioned by insane people? Was the pitch to the network a sandwich board that read "MY MOTHER THE CAR + BLADE RUNNER?" Did NBC greenlight Steel Justice the day they transformed their conference room into a birthday bouncy castle and all the execs suffered life-threatening concussions from smashing their skulls on an airborne mahogany table?

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"Norbody fall ashleep, we gorta approof shum shurrrs."

Rather than guess why NBC aired a drama about a 40-foot-tall prehistoric reptile robot possessed by the ghost of a child executed in a gangland slaying, drop us a line. If you were in any way responsible for the creation (or scuttling) of Steel Justice, we want to know. It's 21 years later, and the world deserves the truth. If your story is good enough, there might just be an unofficial oral history of Steel Justice to vindicate your unfathomable decisions.

By all means, take your time. Ghost Dimetrodon just informed me that there's a baby bunny in a slipper on YouTube. This shit's going to require weeks of exegesis!

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