#dummy

Example #1:

Peter: Dummy, no, give me the wrench, not the screwdriver.

Steve: You named the robot arm?

Peter: …No?

Dummy immediately sprays Steve with fire extinguisher foam.

Example #2:

Peter starts gesturing dramatically during explanations.

Peter: So if we reroute the power through here-

accidentally knocks over three tools

Peter: ... that was part of the visual aid.

Tony: Perfect recovery. No notes.

Example #3:

May walks into the lab and finds both of them laying on the floor staring at the ceiling.

May: Are you two okay?

Tony: Thinking.

Peter: Innovating.

May: There’s smoke coming out of that machine.

Tony: Progress always looks scary at first.

Peter: Edison got bullied too.

He was kind enough to send an outfit for me as a gift for agreeing to let him meet with me. He was also so sweet to put on a record from his homeland. The music is odd but gentle. And the candle he lit is a bit fragrant, but pretty. Too much for my nose but if I tune it out. Instead, focusing on the gentle music, or the special dress. I don't even notice the candle puffing sparkly clouds of scent through my nose and up into my head.

Was my head always so fuzzy, maybe it's just because my hair is being done up. Oh my hair is done up. That's only for quite formal events, I thought.

My chemise is jostled and so are my thoughts as I am pulled into the stiff hug of my corset. As my handmaiden works on my hair while my potential new advisor gently smooths my chemise under my corset I- wonder if it's customary for the advisor to dress the princess in his gift.

I open my mouth to ask, but my handmaiden gently presses my head down just a bit to tie up the style, while at just that moment the advisor pulls rhythmically on the strings of my corset. Tug, tug, tug, tug.

"Isn't the lace just so pretty"

His voice was velvety smooth, guiding my eyes to the lace on the edge of my new corset, my head, low enough to only have view of my chest as he tug, tug, tugs, and my pretty boobies bounce, bounce, bounce.

I simply stare. Bounce, bounce, bounce.

"So pretty"

The candle smells so strong, the music is so relaxing, the dress fits so nicely if just a little snug. Suddenly my head was being lifted again.

The princess stared at the portrait that seemed to move. The advisor's head on her bare shoulder. "There you are"

The necklace I didn't remember wearing glowed the prettiest shade of pink when I suddenly remembered.

That's me! Such a pretty princess. Hair done up, nice and high, boobies bounce so much, each part of the dress tightly encasing me. Far too tight to remove on my own. My pretty high heels are too high for me to attempt to move.

My advisor places his hands on my waist, pulling me into him.