Sam steps off the pedestal that he was just recently adorning. He turns around to cup his co-worker's frozen breast. "Mmm," he says, "I know you're real body is actually sitting outside, and your virtual mind is stored elsewhere, but just to state it for the record: your breasts are perfect."

- Duly noted for the record- states the computer - Female Statue has perfect breasts-

Sam chuckles and sighs, "How did we get here, huh? How did this happen?"