I opened the door. “This has to stop, friend.”
“Is he here?” he panted.
I shook my head. “Running errands.”
He leaned in. “I know he’s a robot. Try and deny it.”
I shrugged. “You got me.”
“But…” His eyes bugged out. “How could you pick a robot over me? Why? Everyone’s laughing!”
“Jack lives in a constant state of wonder,” I said. “He doesn’t try to own me, never gets tired of spoiling me, never eats my dessert…actually, you should look into getting a robot girlfriend.”