Look, Devin is a good kid. You might not think that based on the jiggle physics you are seeing on the two nuns in this first scene, but you have to admit he’s a wizard with this drone technology.

When our previous intern interviewed Devin to be his replacement, Devin sent in the production you’re observing as a part of his portfolio to demonstrate his talents as a drone show programmer. It’s a 20-minute vignette, with an art style inspired by Neon Genesis Evangelion, about a Catholic school dance class run by two nuns who discover a young protégé they believe will take the dance world by storm. Before you ask, yes, our hero does do most of the dancing in a gigantic robotic suit named Baryishnibot, which is equipped with some sort of mechanized codpiece.

Rest assured: your patriotic Fourth of July drone presentation is locked and loaded in the computer queue. But because I accidentally clicked this file, you will have to wait until Baryishnibot takes his final bow at the big ballet recital in about 17 more minutes. Plus, we’ll need another hour to an hour and ten minutes for us to recharge the drones—back at the office—which is only 30 minutes away.

Honestly, this might be a blessing in disguise. I mean, it’s not really dark enough yet to see the three-way kiss shared between the robot and the two nuns moments after they left the confessional booth. Seriously, these summer days are long, am I right?

Look, it’s going to be worth the wait. Our best people were on this patriotic drone show. Well, our best person: Devin. Who I’m really thinking of hiring in six months when he graduates and this internship is over, based solely on the work he did for your show—which is coming up.

He included this whole Avengers Assemble-style roll call with the Founding Fathers that is so sick. You won’t believe how good their wigs look. Actually you might, because later on in our current story, the Pope shows up to have a turf-off with our young hero in the Baryishnibot suit. During that, Devin’s Pope removes his hat and durag, revealing shoulder-length blonde dreadlocks, and they look magnificent. I mean, who knew drones could do that? You know who? Devin. Go off, king!

Just you wait. In two and a half to three hours you’re going to be crying when you see the massive eagle that soars over the White House and turns into an F-22 followed by a musical number where Abe Lincoln and FDR dance to Soulja Boy’s “Crank That.” That is if you have any tears left after Baryishnibot takes all the orphans up in the palm of his hand and flies them to meet their new forever families, giving each child a specific, three-to-seven-move choreographed handshake as he wishes them goodbye.

Yep. The point is, three and a half hours from now, you are in for a real treat. Well, another treat, because what you’re watching now, although it’s not really my thing, is a world-class showcase for Devin’s talents and drone technology.

What’s coming next, after this waiting, is all the patriotic celebration you could hope for.

Unless you were hoping for fireworks, because, you know, we don’t do that.