He decides to test it out on his son at supper.
Dad says: “Where were you last night?”
Son says: “I was at the library.” The robot slaps the son.
Son says “OK, I was at a friend’s house.”
“Doing what?” asked the father.
Son says: “Watching a movie
Toy Story.”
The robot slaps the son.
“OK it was p*rn!” cried the son.
Father yells “What? When I was your age I didn’t know what p*rn was.”
The robot slaps the father.
The mother laughs and says, “He certainly is your son.”
The robot slaps the mother.
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