"Certainly, sir," replied the android. "You need a stable, intelligent advisor and mentor to save you from your frequent, horrifying errors of human judgment. For instance, I could have told you in advance that electronic butcher could not so much as cure headaches in a buzzsaw. In short, sir, you will never find a finer, more loyal, more capable android than myself. Put yourself entirely in my hands. I will even do your thinking for you."
Raymond shook his head wearily, and remarked, "I am both excruciatingly sad and divinely happy at that information."
"I am mystified at your sadness, sir, though gratified at any little happiness I might bring into your drab, miserable existence."
Raymond said mildly, almost too mildly, "Shut up."
"Very good, sir."
With an effort the chubby man got to his feet, walked to the bar and poured himself a long drink.
The following morning Raymond, finding his body host to a horrible hangover, staggered into the living room, and fumbled behind the bar for a small plastic container, which was labeled: HANGOVER-OVER.
He removed two blue pills and tossed them into his mouth.
When Raymond was half-way through his second cup of coffee, he suddenly jumped to his feet and snapped his fingers. "I've got it. What a tremendous, frightening idea. But it might work."
He raced over to the Televisor and put in another call to Allied-News-Facs.