Apollo pretended to dry his eyes with the handkerchief, and then spoke gently, “Oh, Susan, oh, how I have missed you, Susan. Oh, how much I have missed you, I have truly missed you like the sun on my metallic bottom in the summertime. I have missed you like the wind upon my underpants. I have missed you like the strawberry ice-cream that you used to rub over my sexy robot body when we were laying naked together in our favourite restaurant on Earth, laying naked upon the tabletop in front of the waiters with both of us covered in food, extremely expensive food that we hadn’t paid for, food that we were charging the bill to another robots credit card because we were young and carefree and we had no cares in the world, except for meeting the taxman. Oh, Susan, what memories! What truly great and beautiful memories!