"i knew you'd be back, baby! have some seed for me?"
moz gestures at the biological research station. "see? or should i say, hear?"
ulysses crosses his arms, a frown on his face. "don't sound like that."
"and who is this fine specimen beside you? you haven't replaced me, now, have you, baby? you been giving him your seed?"
moz blushes so intensely that ulysses sets aside his annoyance at being compared to a machine and becomes amused at her reaction instead. "uh - well... " she sputters.
"you let yourself be flustered by this?" ulysses asks her, completely ignoring the biological research station.
"wha - he sounds like you! except for the words he's saying, of course, but..."
"'he'? moz, it's a machine. programmed with my voice." he uncrosses his arms and bends down to whisper in her ear, voice low so only she can hear. "could say those words to you. and more..."
"hell yeah i'm a machine! and a damn fine one at that!" the biological research station interrupts. "look, baby, do you have some seed for me or not?"
moz shakes her head, distracted by ulysses's whispered advances and his hand on the small of her back. "no, no, not right now, bio."
"that's a crying shame. well, let me know when you'll bring me your seed. your man over there can bring some of his, too."
"you're not getting my seed," ulysses says flatly, and the situation is now so bizarre that moz simply grabs his hand and leads him out of the room.
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