“Hey, Jim?” Edge stood by the office door and watched Edy walk by — more like ‘bounce by’, he thought. Her white and orange cotton top barely contained her massive jugs. He smiled in spite of himself. “Yo,” said Jim. He never sounded like he was very interested in anything, even now. “Edy, man, holy shit! She is gonna break the bank with those puppies.” “Yeah, well that’s not all she’s gonna break if she turns ‘em on the door. You might wanna get the fuck away from the window.” He sat in the back of the cramped office at the desk tapping casually at the keyboard on the old Dell. The new Apple hadn’t come in yet, but it was all they had. The cell phones couldn’t get a signal down here in the basement. “Anything yet?” Edge looked back at Jim nervously, then back to the small window in the door. Alexis was outside the window now. She breathed in and out — Edge couldn’t help but notice. His eyes were glued to the tight t-shirt and, well, her massive hooters. ’36 double F’, he thought and smiled to himself. He was feeling that fatherly pride again, although it was dispelled a second later when she turned and their eyes met. “Shit!” he yelled and ducked. The door rocked with her blows. Her fists struck the strong metal door, but it held again. Edge leaned into it with all his might, knowing the door was still good for a while longer, but it made him feel like he was doing something to keep them out. It was foolish — you didn’t have to have a degree in mechanical engineering to know that what he did wasn’t helping at all. But you did have to have a mechanical engineering degree to know that she was hitting the door with her fists, delivering a force of about 1200 pounds per square inch. After all, he’d done the calculations himself. “So?” Edge looked wildly at Jim. They’d been in there for more than three hours now, and Jim hadn’t been able to get the net connected yet. But what could you expect from a pre-med student? It’s not like he was in computer science. He didn’t even seem concerned with the situation — perhaps he was burned out after his tirade about the dial-up service. Perhaps he was worn out from the flight down here from the main floor. Perhaps he was resigned to the fact that once closing time came around, they’d be down there in force to get that door open. “So, nothing,” grumbled Jim. He didn’t even look up when he continued mockingly. “You wanted to make a robot. You wanted it to walk and talk. You wanted me to make it into a girl. You wanted her to have huge tits. You wanted her to work here. All the real girls quit because no one has tits like that and can work 16 hours a day, so you wanted to build five more — a whole staff. A customer gets volcano sauce on his shirt, and Roxie tears out his throat. Are we fucking having fun yet?!!” Edge looked at Jim, met the fire in his eyes with nothing. Right behind Jim the orange clock read 11:42pm on the bottom and “Delightfully Tacky, Yet Unrefined” across the top. The place would be closed in 18 minutes, he knew, and six vampire robot Hooters Girls would be looking for more than hot wings.