A joke being told by a robot mannequin invented by a 90+ year old reclusive inventor? For sure it's going to be a bad joke.

Jack Hewitt, the mannequin proceeds to tell his joke:

A man goes along to the Patent Office with some of his new designs.

He says to the clerk, "I'd like to register my new invention. It's a folding bottle."

"Okay," says the clerk. "What do you call it?"

"A fottle," replies the inventor.

"A fottle? That's a stupid! Can't you think of a better name?"

"I'll think about it. I've got something else though. It's a folding carton."

"And what do you call that?" asks the clerk.

"A farton," replies the inventor.

"That's rude. You can't possibly call it that!"

"In that case," says the inventor... "You're really going to hate the name of my folding bucket!"

Now laugh at his joke, place a hand on his thigh, and squeeze.

You do your best, blushing a little.

"A fucket!" you say, laughing, "that's too funny!"

As instructed, you place a hand on his thigh and squeeze it. Unexpectedly, his leg is warm and yielding - like a real man's leg would feel.

(*ting*) I have a joke too. Would you like to hear it?

"I have a joke too. Would you like to hear it?"

You dutifully repeat.

"Yes I would!" replies Jack.

(*ting*) Even if it's a bit bawdy?

You feel prickling run down the back of your neck. Where is this headed?