Science!

"How about some futuristic technologies?" the body-less horse suggests.

"Hmm..." You rub your chin in thought. "How about a super advanced, cock sucking android?" You grin at your cleverness.

Able just gives you a long look. You shift uncomfortably beneath his gaze. Finally, he breaks the silence, "Really?"

"What? I think it would be fun."

He snorts in derision. "You have an entire universe of women who will purposely and willingly take your cock in their mouth, or at the very least tolerate it, and you want an artificial one?"

"Oh."

"I suppose it's only natural to fall back on what you wanted when you were alive, even if it's been made redundant now."

"Ok, I got it. How about I'm a scientist, with a super sexy assistant and some sexy experiments!" You rub your hands together in anticipation.

Able just rolls his eyes and sighs with exasperation.

"What's wrong with that you stupid horse? You're just a head on a wall! What makes you so smart?" You shout at him angrily.

"Dr. David?" The new voice comes from behind you. You whip around to see the newcomer. When you do, you find yourself in what you imagine a science lab would look like. The walls are all white and the furniture is stainless steel. Various beakers bubble on a nearby table and a veritable symphony of beeping machines and flashing LED's completely take over one wall.

"Dr. David, who are you talking to?" The voice belongs to a brunette, the only other person in the room. You check behind you, Able and the restaurant are gone. Looking back to the woman, you take her in completely. Her hair is tied up in a bun on top of her head. Black, angular glasses rest on her cute nose. She has big brown eyes that are looking at you curiously. She's wearing a lab coat. It's buttoned closed, but it ends just past her hips. She's either wearing an extremely short skirt or nothing at all beneath it. It's tough to tell, but from the swell of her chest, you think she's hiding at least a C cup under there. The ensemble ends with black high heels with straps wrapping around her calves. Not exactly professional lab attire, but you're not complaining.

"Uh...no one. Just talking to myself. Helps me to think sometimes. Miss...?"

"Doctor. Dr. Throat, sir. But you can call me Dee." She's holding a clipboard with a pen at ready. She seems to be waiting on you.

This is going to be fun, you think to yourself. "Well, Dee Throat." You hold back a snicker. "Can you tell me about the experiments that are ready for testing?"

"Yes, Doctor." She glances at the clipboard. "The sensitivity formula has been approved for testing in both the full body pill form and the localized spray. The anti-gravity room has been completed and is ready for multiple, live subjects. Also, the specialized collar and remote controlled magnets you requested have come in. You, uh, didn't tell me what they were for, though."