My brother's DROID. Part 2
Here is a good picture of my brother Yoshito Burlapp building his droid.

At that time, he had just finished the eyes, and was , again, working on "adjustments" to the chest area.

He let me take this picture of the "final face".

He had a problem with the smile. So he had to take the brain out again. But that didn't really work. Because she started drooling all the time. But he didn't seem to care: " as long as the doesn't leave me like that bitch Babs Muller".

One day, it got pretty scary. It was late at night, and Yoshito was adjusting the "chest area", when the machine attacked him.

He got freaked out, and was afraid to go near it for a week.

It was a big day when, finally, the "chest area" was approved by Yoshito. He was very proud.

He now thinks his machine could enter the Miss America pageant next year.
That's the last time I saw the machine. My brother was still adjusting the brain, making it even smaller.

He always thought that if she was too smart, she would leave.

She now has the IQ of the Elmo puppet from Sesame Street.
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