I Have Got It. I Will Even Do Your Thinking for You

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. The Android said, A complete hopeless waste of human endeavor, sir. However, it is quite typical of your impulsive and somewhat obnoxious personality. Will trade my crazy mixed up Android for yours? Raymond grinned happily for the first time in days. Thirty minutes later the automatic door announcer sang out, Visitor.

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