It only took two-and-a-half seconds for Daisy to snap out of her stupor and swat Elvis’ hand away.  However, it took another two minutes and forty-three seconds for her to beat him senseless with her bare, stumpy arms.

“Your poetry sucked!” she screamed as his mechanical body came apart all over the floor.  “Your flower was the ugliest pile of garbage I’ve ever seen —!”

“Well now, how rude,” muttered Archimedes.

“— But if you think I’m gonna stand here and let you treat me like that, you’ve got another thing coming, mister!”

And with a stern stomp of her foot, she snapped Elvis’ two metal hands off, and scooped them into her arms.

“You can keep your kinky robot love,” she spat, “And I’ll keep these.  To replace the ones you took from me!  See ya, loser!”

And though Elvis the automaton was largely rebuilt, he never recovered his hands, his pride or the love of his life.