(prev...) ...busied himself with an usually unruly screw, the fan suddenly whirred back to life. He barely had enough time to save his fingers as surrounding machinery stuttered to life. Too late, Joey realized that the fembot was actually still running when he found her; otherwise, the fan wouldn't have been making so much smoke.
However, now was not the time to reflect on poor decisions. Awakened by a chorus of beeps and whirs, the fembot became animate, subtle movements transforming a mannequin into a convincing facsimile of a living woman. Joey, realizing that he was about to deal with something with an unknown degree of sapience, immediately realized that any situation involving a strange man and a naked female won't end well. Before the situation could deteriorate any further, he made a made dash for her clothes to try and salvage whatever dignity a pitiful creature like himself could muster.
He could not have chosen a worse time.
Just as he was haphazardly reverse-engineering the complex clothing ritual of the human female, the fembot awoke. Upon regaining consciousness, it noticed two things.
Firstly, she is naked.
Secondly, there is a man groping her.
Naturally, there is only one logical response. Over ten thousand years of human evolution, for such encounters, one weapon was developed to reign supreme over all others. Engineered across every era of written and unwritten history, it has been honed to gleaming perfection, the first and greatest tool of combat.
That weapon, of course, is the fist, and all ten thousand years of its storied history are currently lodged in Joey's...(cont...)
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