Dr. Smith's Little Prick

Oh, the pain, the pain! I do exclaim. I punctured my pinky on a thorn from a carniverous space tree. No, you nincompoop, you ninny robot I do not want your ghastly probes among my innards, the way that cabana boy's was at the Gold Coast. Oh, he and young Tony Perkins in Silverlake. Oh, the pain, the marvelous pain!

How my back ails me. Oh William, my boy, dear boy thank you. How I needed this gin. Oh, ack, too much vermouth. Don't "sorry, Dr. Smith me." You! You would last minutes as Merv Griffin's houseboy. Penny, my dear, be a lamb and fetch a fan. This heat is dreadful and has dropped me into the darkest doldrums. Oh, my back, my poor aching back!