It may be stretch but Mr. Bill reminds me of Charlie Chaplin and Charlie Chaplin reminds me of the Buddha in confrontation with modern annoyances, technology and distraction. Consider Buddha, carrying his bowl and using his walking stick, walking down a street near you, entering a convenience store, and examining the smoothie machine. All of those Chaplin films where he grapples with levers, conveyor belts, and speeding vehicles. Mr. Bill facing his weekly smashing flattening, re-appearing anew, all smiles and hopeful. Mr. Bill must have been a Buddhist.