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Frankie the Spook _"Drawing her close to him while breathing heavily with unspent passion, he slid his hand down the small of her back, around to her rib cage, up under her..."_ The image of Sir Francis Bacon stopped reading and winced. "This is really quite dreadful," he announced firmly. "Really?" asked Marvin Piltch. Bacon nodded. "Even worse than the last batch. You have set a new standard of ineptitude." Marvin sighed. "I was afraid of that." "And this reference to a boob," continued Bacon. "What, exactly, _is_ a boob?" "A tit." "I beg your pardon?" "A female breast." "According to my dictionary programs, it must be a very unintelligent female breast to be termed a boob." "Well," said Marvin with a shrug, "when you get right down to cases, I suppose it is." "It doesn't make any sense," continued Bacon. "What slang do you use for the elbow? Do you call it a fool?" "Ah," said Bacon. "Then you think that the elbow is more intelligent than the breast?" Marvin shrugged again. "I have to admit it's not a subject that I've given a lot of thought to." "I know. In fact, if there is a subject anywhere in the universe that you _have_ given a lot of thought to, you certainly haven't incorporated it in your writings." "Actually, there _is_ one subject that I've given considerable thought to." "Oh?" said Bacon, arching an eyebrow. "And what is that?" Marvin smiled. "You." "Somehow I foresaw that the conversation would eventually take this course," said Bacon sardonically. "Then you know what I'm going to ask you?" "Certainly." Marvin leaned forward and squinted at Bacon's image on his conputer screen. "Will you do it?" "Will the greatest writer in the history of the human race ghostwrite your pitiful little novel?" sneered Bacon. "Absolutely not." "But you ghosted for Shakespeare!" protested Marvin. "That's why I had my computer assemble you." "Marvin, go write limpware and leave me alone." "It's called software." |
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