They arrived at the bar shortly after the dinner rush, and upon catching sight of Daisy, Elvis’ jaw dropped. After a few twists with a screwdriver, he was good as new, and ready to proceed.
“Hello, Elvis,” said Daisy shyly.
“Daisy!” Elvis sang out, beginning his poetry, “The name which sets my heart afire! The light which guides me! Of which I’ll never tire!”
Daisy blushed and Archimedes nudged Rochambeau approvingly.
“He’s pretty good, isn’t he?”
“Daisy!” Elvis continued, “I cannot fathom my good luck! Let’s steal away! To be alone, so we may f—”
“Elvis!” gasped Archimedes, dragging the automaton to the side, “Let’s try a new verse, shall we?”
“Elvis!” whispered Finley, “This time, rhyme with ‘row me’!”
Fig. 5: Since you are reading this book, you are probably not be familiar with the subject pictured above. These are called “women”. They will not talk to you.