Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Are you sure you accidentally fell into the robotic arm when you slipped?"

When the three of Ron arrived at Howard's house, Howard was sitting on the bed with a blanket covering his lower body. A textured robotic arm stretched out from under the blanket. It was the NASA robotic arm that served food on the dining table just now.

"Yes." Howard shook his feet in embarrassment and nodded.

"And your XX happened to fall into the hands of the robotic arm, and then happened to be held by it?" Ron crossed his arms and looked suspicious: "I seriously doubt that you also loaded it with a program for up and down movements.

Damn it! I never want to eat any food served by this robot arm again, it's not clean. "

"Yes, help me quickly." Howard was so anxious that he almost cried.

"I originally wanted to suggest using lubricant, but I think yours has enough lubricant on it." Leonard complained sharply, making everyone laugh together.

Except Howard: "That's not funny, Leonard!"

"Really? Isn't it funny that a robot hand is stuck in your key position? If you don't believe me, just send a tweet and ask others. I dare say this will definitely be ranked in the top ten annual funny list of Twitter. And the position will definitely not be at the bottom.”

Ron pulled the robotic arm in a funny way, causing Howard to cry out in pain and quickly stop: "Tell me, how did you come up with such a creative way to entertain yourself?"

"Please! Ron, Leonard, Rajesh!" Howard: "I called you here to help. Don't just stand there and make sarcastic remarks. Before my mother comes in, try to help me get that thing out of the way. Get it out of the robotic arm!"

"Okay, let me take a look."

Leonard had just stepped in front of the computer when Howard hurriedly shouted: "Stop! Stop! Stop! Don't touch the computer!"

"Why?"

"the computer is down."

"Then restarting won't be the end of it?" Ron said, about to press the restart button.

"Don't! Don't!" Howard quickly stopped Ron: "That will import the wrong original program, which is the program for the space maintenance arm. This thing thinks it is holding a screwdriver in space! If the program continues, it will Start screwing.”

Howard made a motion of twisting the screw, and Ron imagined the scene of inserting the organ into it, and couldn't help but feel chills all over. If he really let the thing twist, it would definitely be unscrewed. This is not a joke.

"Is this thing expensive? If it's not that expensive, or you can repair it, I can try to break it." Ron pulled out his pistol and proposed another solution, violent disassembly.

"No! Absolutely not. It took me a month to design this robotic arm! The structure is very precise and can adapt to any space conditions. The cost alone is close to 5 million US dollars."

Okay, that’s a lot of nonsense, but the last sentence is the key.

Although Ron couldn't afford 5 million US dollars, there was no need to spend it on this. There must be cheaper solutions. Ron simply gave up and saw if the other two had any solutions.

"Okay, how about this?" Rajesh came up with a way: "When Winnie the Pooh's head gets stuck in the honey tree, his friends will grab him and pull him out~"

"Whatever you want, I don't want to touch any other man's honey tree." Ron glanced at the blanket in disgust.

After Howard rejected several proposals in a row, his mother's voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Howard, I made cookies for you and your friends."

"Thanks, Mom, I won't eat for now."

"I can bring it to you, and get you a bottle of Hawaiian cider."

"No! Don't come up!" Howard yelled nervously.

"What? You look down on your mother, do you think she's not worthy of appearing in front of your friends?" Mrs. Wolowitz's voice sounded a little aggrieved.

"That's true, but it's not the key." Howard once again asked his friends for help: "Help, come up with a solution!"

"What can you do?" Ron looked at the other two.

"No," Rajesh spread his hands: "All I can think about right now is cookies and Hawaiian wine."

"Okay, then there's only one way." Ron had no choice but to stand up and take charge of the overall situation: "I'll go chat with Mrs. Wolowitz, hold her back first, and then you two will find a way to get him. In my pickup truck, we took him to the hospital.”

"Howard, remember, you owe me once!" Ron glared at Howard fiercely.

If it weren't for the fault of the relationship between the two, and because Howard had been helping him with the research and development of exoskeleton robots recently, Ron would never do this.

Probably because she had been abandoned by her husband for so long, Howard's mother was extremely enthusiastic every time she saw Ron, even so enthusiastic that Ron shuddered a little.

Thinking about the interesting story between Howard's mother and Stuart in the original time and space, Ron had no doubt that as long as he nodded, he could immediately change Howard's name to dad.

I don’t want to be a father! What's more, a son as old as Howard suddenly appeared!

Ron swore that he definitely didn't have such an idea because of Howard's mother's poor image, let alone discriminate against fat people.

The nearest hospital is less than ten kilometers away from Howard's home, and it only takes five minutes to drive there.

Leonard was holding the laptop, followed by Rajesh, who was carefully holding the robotic arm and pulling Howard, following Leonard's footsteps and carefully following behind. The strange appearance of the three people attracted the attention of people in the hospital.

In order not to embarrass himself along with them, Ron deliberately stayed some distance behind to prevent others from thinking that he was in the same group as those three guys.

"Don't pull hard!" Howard screamed, probably because Rajesh accidentally walked too fast and pulled the ball.

"I didn't pull it. You can handle it yourself next time something like this happens again."

"Excuse me, can you help us?" Leonard tried his best to signal Ron with his eyes. He could only reluctantly walk to the counter and say hello to the nurse on duty.

"Oh my God, what's going on?" The nurse on duty was very experienced and had never seen anything like this.

"I accidentally slipped and fell..." Howard used the slip-and-fall formula again.

"What is this?" The nurse lifted a corner of the blanket, and several patients asked.

Howard was so ashamed that he just wanted to find a way to crawl in: "It's a robot arm."

"What about the rest of the robot?"

"I just made the arms."

"Because it's enough, right?" the nurse said with a knowing look on her face.