Joe found the super-robot in the mirror-lined office, where it had been admiring and improving its sneer for the last four days. The sneer was magnificent. But it still lay just one iota short of absolute perfection. Try as the robot would, perfection in a sneer still lay without its grasp.
"Genius!" shouted Joe, to get the robot to turn its head. He turned the dial on the mechanical hypnosis instrument up to full power. "You are now in my power!"
But now Superjoemulloy's sneer was completely perfect. With a look of sublime contempt on its plastic face, it took the hypnosis machine, turned it around, and aimed it right back at Joe Mulloy.
Joe Mulloy bowed so low that he skinned his nose on the rich mahogany floor. "Yes, Master?" he said.
"Bring me a drink, you blot of living tissue!" said Superjoemulloy.
Joe Mulloy made another nose-skinning bow and groveled out of the room.