Let's check in on the others.

"Do you think they'll make it?" Andrew asked Erica as they got into Dr. Chambers' car.

"I hope so," she said. She started the engine and pulled away from the curb. "I really don't know. But for now, we need to focus on what we can control. We need to get rid of this car immediately."

"What about Dr. Chambers?" Andrew asked. "He seems like a liability too."

Erica shrugged as she cut the wheel. "He can wait. We'll give him a default script and stash him somewhere inconspicuous. A car is a lot harder to get rid of than a golem."

"Can't we just park it at his place?"

"It's not that simple. After that performance, people will no doubt be trying to figure out where he is. We can't exactly drop it off and walk away without arousing suspicion. Even if we could, do you know where he lives?"

Andrew shook his head. "Me neither," Erica said. "Right now, I think our best bet is to give him a default script and have him park it somewhere and return to us. We just need to figure out the logistics."

"How about a strip club?" Andrew asked. "Just leave it in the parking lot, go in and make a show of tipping the dancers so that people remember he was there, then walk away?"

Erica nodded. "That could work. He'll need to be very noticeable in the club and very inconspicuous away from it, but we can probably manage that." She paused and looked down. "Are you having fun?"

Andrew was groping her left breast as she drove. He grinned goofily. "What? They were just sitting there asking for a squeeze."

"I'm glad you answered the call," she answered wryly. "Now, could you use your free hand to google a nearby club that fits our criteria?"

"...afterwards, just walk out quietly," Erica finished telling the golem. They had given it the default script and told it the plan. "Put on this hoodie and try not to let anyone see your face, and if you're not being followed, go to Ross's apartment. If you are followed, please call me. I'm putting my number in your phone under the name 'Simon'."The golem nodded in acknowledgment. "Why Ross's place?" Andrew asked. "Why not just have him go walk into the ocean or something?"

"I've got an idea, but I want to surprise you. Now let's give the professor back his car."

They got out and Professor Chambers robotically exited the backseat and took the driver's seat. He sped off wordlessly, leaving them on the corner a few blocks from Andrew's place. He coughed nervously.

"Wanna, um, come back to my place?" he asked.

Erica smiled coyly. "Why, Andrew, that would be quite a breach of decorum."

"More of a breach than me squeezing your tits?"

"Good point," she said with mock seriousness. "Let's go. On the way you can tell me what you discovered about my chemical composition and how it relates to my script."

"Oh, yeah," Andrews said as they began walking. "We blasted it with nitrous but nothing happened."

"'Blasted it'?" she asked. "Andrew, how do you think these things work? Do I breathe on the script?"

"Of course not," he said defensively.

"Then maybe try replicating my soil. You need to let it sit in a nitrogen-rich environment, not just spray whippet gas on it."

"I thought you didn't have anything to say about it," Andrew objected as they reached his door and he pulled out his keys.

"I don't. That's just common sense," Erica said. As they crossed the threshold, she began to unbutton her shirt. "We'll deal with that after we regroup with Madison. More importantly, these things never got the proper squeeze they were asking for earlier."

She pulled Andrew in for a kiss and he closed the door.