Anyway, so you'd have sex with the android:
There would be that awkward moment at the end of the thing where you're both lying in bed and you want the android to just get out of there 'cause you're not looking for anything serious, and you just got out of a long-ass exhausting relationship and you don't want him to feel used, but you're not getting back into something messy like that again already - especially not with a toaster, even one that's anatomically correct.
Meanwhile, the android is lying there and he's freaking out because the last human chick he had a fling with was really clingy and kept calling him at work at the nuclear disposal facility or the car assembly line or whatever - 'cause that was the only number she had for him, thank god - and he really just wants to get out of there before you get the wrong idea. But of course, you have your bed all pushed up against the wall and he's on the inside - so he'll be trying as hard as he can to figure out when would be the earliest possible polite opportunity to vault over you and make a sequence of cute beeping noises before he gracefully says his goodbyes and his i'll-call-you's.
'Cause his robot wife might be an older model and kind of dim, but it's getting really late and she's definitely gonna start asking some tough questions if it gets much later.
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how many times have i asked you NOT to sleep with androids. i don't mean to lecture because you are a very capable adult that is sweet and understanding, but please, for your family's sake, try not to embarass us much more with the androids. we can't have them over for dinner anymore because of this...
are you coming over for the 4th of july picnic, dear? your auntie ruth is making chopped liver and i think she has a roll of quarters for you.
what? you didn't know she owns a laundromat? okey, well be sure to say thank you.
hmm
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