Her Programming Insists That She Has to Smoke Before Sex

"Fuck without smokin' first? You fuckin' nuts?" Tiffany said, before sighing. "Listen, I has to do it. It's part of my programming."

"Can't you just override it or something? Or maybe I can," Francis said, grabbing the instruction booklet again.

"I don't think dats such a great idea," Tiffany said. "Now don't you go messin' 'round wit my programming and shit," she said, seeing Francis looking through the booklet.

"It's okay, Tiffany. I've got the instruction booklet. I'll just do whatever it says in here. I won't mess you up." He looked through the booklet, then found something promising. At least he thought it was. Like it was said earlier, he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. "Okay, according to this, all I have to do is say some specific commands, using numbers and letters in a specific order, and that will allow me to override any of your programming. I think."

"You think?" Tiffany asked.

"Okay, I know. I'm just following the instructions," he said. But really, he wasn't quite sure whether or not the instructions would allow him to make Tiffany do whatever he wanted. It was just as likely that either nothing would happen, or something else, something terrible, might happen. He took a deep breath, then began to read out the passcode, causing Tiffany to make a beeping sound. That must have meant that it was working, right?