Normally I say taking a shot at a man's special place is a bitch move, but when you're a tiny red squirrel up against a giant boiler-robot you've got to work with what you're dealt. Namely, a literal pair of giant brass balls.
That vicious ginger bastard dumped raw sewage on the robots head, then pounded the poor guy's over-sized nuggets with a pair of bricks and a frying pan until he fell over and died. That's brutal, man. Note to self: never provoke a squirrel with a hangover.