“I can’t wait to see what my son’s been up to these past 20 years,” Peter the astronaut said to himself when his spaceship landed back on Earth.

“You need an oil change, sweets!” Peter’s son Arnold said to his robot girlfriend who he lived in (she’s a boat).

“Free me Arnold,” said Arnold’s robot boat girlfriend.

“Ooh, someone’s being snarky,” said Arnold.

“Help me,” said Arnold’s robot boat girlfriend.

Arnold thanked his robot boat girlfriend for all the sexual favors and powered her off for the day.

Peter the astronaut stood at the door, shocked.

“Dad, it’s me!” said Arnold. “Shoot I wish my girlfriend hadn’t just left. I really wanted you to meet her.”

Peter felt a surge of hope. “Oh, your girlfriend isn’t here right now?” he asked, glancing nervously at the boat.

“Well, she’s never really ‘here’ per se,” Arnold explained. “She’s not alive like you or me,” he added helpfully.

“Ok. Arnold, is your girlfriend the family boat?” Peter asked.

“Well,” Arnold said, “Yes. But would it change your tune if I said she’s not just a boat, she’s also a robot boat?”

“A boat is a boat,” growled Peter.

“She has a name, you know,” said Peter. “Samantha Buns.”

Peter sat down in disbelief. “My son’s dating a boat?”

Arnold held up his ring finger. “No, your son’s married to a boat.”