But what are your feelings about fembots?

Don't know, but I LOVE those 1x robots...

Fembots get me worried. They take me back to the sf of the thirties, forties and fifties where Septic prudery meant that anything with nipples was suppressed as 'EVIL' and so we had these stories of robots/androids of various descriptions doing things. Supposedly all very erotic but more like frightening to a person who knew we had two sentient sexes and what nipples, testes, and all the other associated plumbing was meant for and how it worked. Didn't get any religious prejudices in this - just practical biology, so I could never understand what the big deal was about. Still don't.

Perhaps we could call on the voice of Sod to explain.

South County has a very high concentration of Stepfordian Fembotic Types. They are evil in many ways...

TWO sentient sexes?

<ducks below parapet>

Yes, just one lot only have enough blood in their bodies to have one working head at a time...

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I know I need frequent transfusions...

Did the fembots throw the ducks' blood or am I just crazy?

Why are there ducks below the parapet?

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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

They're probably swimming in the moat.

Do these ducks stay at a moatel at night?

(tele)phonetic puns now?

We are sinking to new depths.... Of the moat possibly.

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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

To go boldly where no duck has boldly gone before, boldly!

What the duck?

I will not descend to calling you all quackers.

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My computer beat me at chess, but I won at kickboxing

Puns are a terrible mallardy here...

I think I'm quacking up

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Quack fol the daddy oh
there's whiskey in the jar

Pickled duck? Radical....

Any chance of people flocking to buy some if I put it on the market? I think I can stuff the jar reasonably full of the pickle, which should make it at least bearable to eat. If we tar-get the right market, we should make a fea(th)erly good profit.

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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

<dills martin a blow to the head>