"So the Doctors were right, after all" thought Cheryl, "Conrad Malcom Brougham had lived up to his dark promise and made his manchine."
"May I sit down for a moment?" she said.
"Sit as long as you like. You won't be leaving anytime soon, so be comfortable. Would you like some more of that?" he said pointing to her glass.
"No. I'm fine. Thank you."
Then: "And why won't I 'be leaving anytime soon'?"
"You were sent here to find me, and Connie, I assume..."
"Connie?"
"Conrad. And please, don't talk when I'm in 'explaining mode'. It makes my circuits crackle. Kind of like when you...people...what's it called...oh yeah, 'get pissed off'. So, to continue..."