It's late and I'm lying in bed with Gentleman Jack. I can' t see him because I've taken out my contact lenses for the night. He's talking to me but I can't hear him clearly because my right ear, my "good" ear, is in the pillow. I start to laugh...
"Oh baby, I'm going to be such a crotchety old broad. Are you sure you won't trade me in for a younger model at some point in the future?"
"Nah," he laughs, "we'll just update our parts as we grow old together."
Good answer, my love.