This week with Arlene and Jeff:
..."Computer!" he called out.
I still wonder who told it to call me Prime? "Uh, have I had any calls since my wives and I entered the bedroom?"
"Yes. Lieutenant Mayfield called and so did General Whitworth.
"The General called? Uh, what did you tell him?"
"That you and your wives were making love and did not want to be disturbed unless it was an emergency, of course."
"Oh, shit. Oh, shit," Jeff mumbled as he jumped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and was trying to dry himself as he rushed to the phone. As he sat on the bed and grabbed the instrument, he realized that he had a blue thong tangled around his wet foot. Kicking the tidbit of material away, he dialed the General's private number.
Instead of his usual answer, the General asked instead, deadpan, "Get anybody pregnant?"
"Oh, shit, Sir. I'm sorry. I guess Arlene or Helen, or whoever has been screwing with the AI's programming again…"
Have a goodun;