The girl transformed into a slightly chubby female villain, but a villain nonetheless. The original villain, also a female, was aghast.
"All this happened from drinking too much?" asked an observer.
"Yeah, and when you could have had this instead," said the skeletal robot.
The scene transitioned. There, framed against a backdrop of metallic tables and cabinets, was the skeletal robot's head and torso. He convulsed with pleasure, thrusting in rhythm, his chrome features doing their best to display passion. Whirs, clicks and beeps echoed along the walls, and a variety of cheap-sounding 16-bit sound effects emanated from somewhere off-camera. The shot panned back to reveal the female robot, an exact duplicate of the male robot, lying underneath him on the table.
"Baby, oh baby," he said robotically.
"Oh, baby," echoed the female robot.
The male leaned in closer to her, his gears spinning in simulated ectasy. Beep, boop went the soundtrack. He opened his mouth and aligned it with his partner's, and together they began gnashing their metal dentures in a comical pantomime of a french kiss.
