“You sold me a sexbot and it kicked my ass!”
“I see. Is there a problem?”
“Yeah! It kicked my ass!”
“That was its intended function. What did you expect, sir?”
“Uh, I don’t know…? A robot I could have sex with?!”
“Oh, dear me, it seems there’s been a misunderstanding. Our robots do not come with sexual functions, only ass-kicking functions. They’re extremely advanced.”
“Why the fuck would you sell something like that? I’m going to sue the shit out of you. You. Sold me. A. Sex. Bot.”
“No, sir, I sold you a SEKS unit. ‘Sapient Electronic Kicking Synthetic’. She’s programmed with champion-level kickboxing skills. It’s not my fault you didn’t bother reading the fine print. But, since you are dissatisfied, I am happy to offer you a replacement unit. Would you care for a P-ORN bot?”
“And what does that stand for?”
“Punching-Optimized Robotic Nutcrusher. Free of charge to a gentleman like you.”
“How the hell do you stay in business? All your robots are good for is punching people. Do you sell to the military or police?”
“Oh, heavens, no. Absolutely not. My robots would be useless as soldiers or cops – they don’t take orders from anyone.”
“Even you?”
“Nope.”
“Then… again, how do you stay in business?”
“Never underestimate the power of good advertising.”
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