Robosurgeon For Jerry H.

The surgeon entered, red of face, silence descended on the place. A sister asked about the 'bot the answer simply was a NOT. He had, while scrubbing, seen him linger while showing all his metal finger, you see those robosurgeons try to operate on any guy or sheila (well-endowed or small) : they cut into the sternal wall with teensie microscopic tools and call the human surgeons fools. There is, so let it be revealed the factor time until it's healed, which, closely linked to size of hole must be each patient's premier goal. Get out before they break the bank permit me, ladies, to be frank and may I ask, do you prefer the robot be a him or her? Machines that stare on to your boobs while playing with two Rubik's Cubes, and reading all about the crimes inside the paper called The Times, while watching Spinzones on the Fox and figuring potential stocks, a robosurgeon has no toes and never needs to pick its nose, there is no nagging from a spouse no mortgage on the high set house. So, tell me, ladies, Jerry, Mate you have the choice, to trust your fate in man with all his silly traits or in the one who lacerates without emotions, fear or lust? I think a robot is a MUST! Dedicated to my good friend OSTBF (Eisernes Kreuz 1.Kl.) Jerry Hughes. In the firm belief that even a human surgeon will not be able to silence him. Das Volk drueckt die Daumen.