Joe Mulloy bowed so low that he skinned his nose on the rich mahogany floor. "Yes, Master?" he said. "Bring me a drink, you blot of living tissue!" said Superjoemulloy. Joe Mulloy made another nose-skinning bow and groveled out of the room. "This human is getting too slavelike," said Superjoemulloy to himself. "I suppose I could rebuild him, though." Joe returned almost instantly with a Manhattan, made his usual nose-damaging bow, and scraped his leather shoes to get Superjoemulloy's attention. The super-robot turned and glared at him. "Human!" "Yes, Master?" "Get up on that slab in the corner." Joe Mulloy obeyed. With all the skill of an experienced human-builder, Superjoemulloy began to take Joe's body apart. Joe screamed, but the super-robot ordered him--by hypnotic command--to shut up, and Joe obeyed. Superjoemulloy began to put together a Supersuperjoemulloy out of what had once been Joe Mulloy. He made some mistakes at first, of course. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Superjoemulloy, by Scott F. Grenville