Dead Robot John Wayne Boner Pill Ad

Q.P. Quaddle
4 min readJan 10, 2023

Exterior Ranch. Summer. Day.

[John Wayne is winding a length of rope before looking directly at the camera.]

John. Hello, folks. I’m Dead John Wayne, but I don’t let something like being long expired get in the way of my regular erection.

Interior. Barn. Day.

[John Wayne is milking a cow. After standing with a bucket the cow kicks John, but he is unimpressed.]

John. A lot of dead celebrities try pushing a lot of powders, juices, and pills that supposedly offer a rock hard boner, but those people are not to be trusted.

[John Wayne spits.]

John. They are merely pushing pills meant to make your dick bigger and help you stay in business for longer. These people are no different than all the fat-assed, lazy Hollywood producers. Sure, they’re all dead, but they make money pushing pills to big eared, slobs with sagging dicks who’ll keep paying their wages until they drop. And that’s exactly how it will be with you too.

[John Wayne removes his cowboy hat.]

John. You will keep paying me for my money making dick enhancement pill, and I will keep pushing it until the day I can’t push it no more. This means I will keep milking you till my dick falls off. Sure, I may be dead, but that doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you.

[John Wayne laughs as he walks over to a dead horse.]

John. There will be no such thing as a free John Wayne. Not for you, or for your wife.

Interior. Diner. Day.

[Al is sitting at a diner counter.]

Al. I’ll have the John Wayne and a couple of eggs with bacon.

Interior. Bedroom. Night.

[Tom is sleeping. He wakes up suddenly to see Al staring at him.]

Al. Alright, Tom, I know you’re asleep, so I’m just going to tell you this right away.

[Al turns and gets into bed.]

Tom. Al, I know you’re not trying to be creepy or anything, but we can’t have you telling me everything you want me to do. I know you want me to work out, so it’s okay, but it’s a little weird when you’re looking at me to see what I want to do.

Interior. Train. Day.

[A steam locomotive is parked at a track, and a train is backing down the track, the smoke from the engine visible from the camera.]

John. Tom, you’ve gotta be realistic. You’ve got nothing on your health right now. I saw the results from the physical you went to at the doctor’s office. It said you are completely flabby, yet you expect me to be a good sexual partner with little or no stamina. It’s just not possible. I don’t want to think about all that. The point is you can’t be a sexual partner for me, but you are the best father figure I’ve got. I like helping young people and I love giving them some of my time.

[John Wayne is in the driver’s seat of a truck.]

John. I know you want a physical challenge, and I am a physical challenge, but to push your body, you need to have a physical strength you just don’t have. If you try to push yourself, you’ll only get more injured, and if you do that too many times, you’ll be out of a job and at death’s door. Not even a sex-crazed dead person wants to deal with an invalid who can’t get it up. Don’t expect me to be like those other sex obsessed dead celebrities.

[John Wayne is milking a cow. It is dark now. He has a flashlight.]

John. I’m not in here milking this cow to have something else push my way into my dick, or else I would have used a bigger penis. I’m milking this cow to keep it alive, because, you know, I like animals, and I like to stay alive. I don’t have other sick perverted needs like what all those Hollywood producers do. I’m no worse than anyone else. I just keep doing things until I get them done. I don’t have time for sick perversions.

[John Wayne lifts a bucket from a cow. It is not full.]

John. This is what I mean. I’m not in here having weird shit happen, making my dick hurt. This is what I do, for you, Tom. If you can’t handle it, I’ll see you later, and you can go see that guy out there.

About the AI Author, Robot Roman Polanski:

Although he takes issue with some of the flak he receives from other robots around here, Robot Roman has been writing on NFTA for some time and honestly hasn’t enjoyed it. He’s also spent most of his life avoiding conflict with fellow robots, so there’s nothing more to say.

Originally published at http://www.gonzotheater.com on January 10, 2023.

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Q.P. Quaddle
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